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Volume 4 The Crest of the Wolf Chapter 113 Lies and Dreams (3)

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    Lies and dreams are two very similar things, but even if they are similar, there is still an obvious difference between them.

    Lies can never become truth, but dreams can come true.

    In the dark room, Mo Jian lay quietly on the bed, staring blankly at the shadowy ceiling.

    He got up very early, or rather than saying that he got up very early, he stayed up all night. How can a person sleep well once his heart is full of worries.

    He couldn't sleep because of a dream, a dream that he could clearly foresee even when he was awake.

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    The sky is like the face of an old man, showing a sign of his imminent death in his loneliness, and the light rain is like the annoying snowflakes on the old TV, falling from the sky.

    In the deserted streets, several teenagers held umbrellas and walked slowly forward through the puddles of water.

    "Hey, Boss Mo."

    "Huh?" Mo Jian responded calmly.

    "You don't seem to be in good spirits. Are you sick?" Frogboy looked at the haggard face and said with concern.

    Mo Jian shook his head and said, "Maybe it's because I was too excited yesterday and didn't sleep well."

    "Eh?" Frogboy looked at Mo Jian blankly, and then at Li Tianying, who was silent next to him. He hesitated for a long time, and finally breathed out slowly and said, "That thing about the Drama School  , there¡¯s one thing I forgot to mention.¡±

    Mo Jian then slowly raised his head and turned his tired eyes towards Frogboy.

    "What's up?"

    Frogboy scratched his head and said, "It's almost time to register for the Drama Academy."

    Mo Jian was slightly stunned and said, "What's the problem?"

    Frog Boy finished scratching his head and touched his earlobe, "It's a big problem. First, our school's schedule is so tight that there is no time for us to go all the way to register. Second, when will the diplomas be issued?  It¡¯s still a problem.¡±

    "Do you want a diploma?" Mo Jian slowly stopped and thought with a frown on his face. What Frog Boy said was indeed a question, but he soon looked up at Zhang Bao as if he had thought of something.  At the same time, Li Tianying, Gu Jue, and Frogzai were all looking at Zhang Bao.

    Zhang Bao, who became the focus of attention, suddenly felt a bitter taste in his mouth. Of course he didn't know why they were looking at him. Who gave him a father who was the director of education?

    "Wellif I only take two days off, I don't think it's a big problem, but" Zhang Bao seemed to want to say something else, but when he noticed the expectation in those pairs of eyes, he couldn't help but bite.  Gritting his teeth and puffing up his chest, he said, "Okay! I'll do my best."

    "I knew that at the critical moment, we had to rely on our precious brother to support both of us."

    "You're such a shameless kid." Zhang Bao smiled and pushed Frog Boy, who had a flattering and funny look on his face, into the rain. Frog Boy suddenly screamed strangely and rushed to the shelter of the umbrella again.

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    After morning self-study, the school cafeteria, which used to have a battlefield-like atmosphere, became much quieter today. I wonder if it was because of the continuous drizzle.

    In the corner, Mo Jian, Li Tianying, Gu Jue, and Zhang Bao were also eating breakfast thoughtfully. However, the reason why they were so quiet was not because of the disturbing rain, but more because of their thoughts about the future.  Confused and uneasy.

    Everyone has had dreams, but once a dream that has never been imagined is placed in front of you as a goal, those illusory and unrealistic feelings will always make people confused and uneasy.

    And the most important thing is that among them, except for Frog Boy, the others don¡¯t even know the concept of drama school.

    Although Mo Jian looks a little thin, his appetite has always been amazing, but today he seemed to be swallowed up by confusion and only drank a small bowl of porridge before putting down his chopsticks.

    "Are you worried?"

    Mo Jian slowly raised her head, looked at Li Tianying who had a hint of worry in his eyes, and smiled lightly, "Ah, I was wondering what to say to her."

    "Her?" Li Tianying was slightly stunned, but then he seemed to have thought of the answer and verified: "You mean that girl Lin Xin?"

    "Who else could it be besides her?"

    Looking at Mo Jian's smile that was as painful as eating two kilograms of coptis, Li Tianying couldn't help but smile lightly, swept away the worry in his eyes, and said: "Be more direct and frank, I think she will understand.  .¡±

    "I hope so." Mo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up, "You guys eat slowly, I'll go to the teaching office first."

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    In the teaching office, Mo Jian opened the heavy door with the mentality of facing the worst situation. However, for some reason, the gloomy dean, who had never had a good impression of him, did not make things difficult for him. He just said a few routine words.  After asking, he easily let Mo Jian go.

    Although Mo Jian was still a little confused, he was happy to be quiet. After leaving the main building, he returned to his classroom.

    But the trouble obviously did not let Mo Jian go. Shortly after he returned to the classroom, his class teacher called him out.

    The conversation, although the intellectual middle-aged man wearing glasses kept saying that this was a heart-to-heart talk and communication between teachers and students.

    But he was the only one who kept talking with frothing at the mouth, first with stern inquiries, then with serious and thoughtful sermons, and finally with gentle words of comfort.

    Listening to those unchanging sermons and looking at the man whose face changed as if he was singing an opera, Mo Jian only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and in the end he couldn't even remember how to get back to the classroom.

    The dim classroom, the hazy sky, the howling cold wind, and the monotonous voice echoed in the empty classroom. Mo Jian stared blankly and listened quietly, as if he was in a trance in a dream.

    The half-day that seemed like a dream finally came to an end, and when Mo Jian walked out of the classroom with hazy thoughts like waking up from a big dream, a white figure seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, standing quietly outside the eaves.  In the hazy drizzle.

    I drank too much yesterday and almost had my stomach lavaged, so I had to do it again today.
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