Genius Club

Chapter 1295: Chapter 8 Brooke Lin (Begging for monthly votes~)

The source of all mysteries originates from the first pounding of the Millennium Stakes.

Lin Xian was mentally prepared for this even before the traversal.

But the problem is...

He never expected!

[His own dreams would also be a part of the Millennium Stakes pounding!]

This was completely unexpected.

"No, it seems it’s not entirely because of the Millennium Stakes pounding."

Lin Xian muttered to himself:

"If I were a normal person originally, but because of the Millennium Stakes pounding, I gained the ability to dream about the Future World 600 years later... then as a normal person now, I should dream like a normal person."

"No matter what kind of dream it is, a sweet dream or a nightmare, a montage or absurd, any kind of dream should be fine. After all, I must dream something."

"But now, even CC who hasn’t become a Millennium Stake can dream like a normal person, while I can’t dream of the Future World as before, nor can I dream like a normal person. I’m in a state of complete ’Dark Dream’ where I don’t dream at all... how do I explain this?"

Lin Xian squinted.

This means the truth of his dream is not solely related to the Millennium Stakes; there should also be other influences.

It’s just that the information is too limited and narrow to analyze now.

"Lin... Lin Xian?"

Beside him.

CC stood there holding the quilt, looking over with a worried face:

"Are... are you okay? Your expression... looks like you’ve seen a ghost? Had a nightmare?"

Lin Xian came back to his senses.

Looking at CC, he shook his head:

"It’s nothing, I was just thinking about a few things."

"By the way, CC... how did you sleep just now? Did you dream?"

CC nodded:

"I slept very comfortably and felt very safe. After you came into the room, I fell asleep quickly and warmly, never had such a warm sleep."

"But I usually sleep lightly, so in the middle of the night when the cold wave hit and the sound at the window woke me, I was worried you’d be cold on the floor, so I thought to cover you with the quilt... didn’t expect, you also sleep lightly and woke up immediately."

"What did you dream about?" Lin Xian asked.

"Ah... my dream."

CC smiled embarrassedly:

"It was all messy, I dreamt of many funny scenes... probably because of our conversation during the day, so my dream was quite absurd. I first dreamt that the two of us actually took a boat to Manhattan, but the boat turned halfway to Coney Island."

"Then, then... we went to Coney Island to eat hot dogs."

Pfft——

Hearing the word hot dog again, Lin Xian couldn’t help being amused.

The First Generation Pillar CC is really a little foodie, especially having an extraordinary obsession with hot dogs. During their chat during the day, she mentioned dreaming of eating hot dogs the other day, and today she dreamt of it again, paying homage to the classic.

"This time, did you find out what hot dogs taste like?" Lin Xian laughed:

"I should’ve bought you one today, after renting a 30-cent room, we can’t be short 3 cents to buy you a hot dog to try, can we?"

"Oh, why are we talking about food in the middle of the night."

CC chuckled softly:

"Alright, if there’s nothing else, let’s go to sleep. It’s rare to have a room this luxurious, where we can sleep comfortably for the night, we should seize the chance to sleep a bit more."

"Otherwise... who knows where we’ll be sleeping tomorrow? We must cherish this hard-won opportunity."

"Alright."

Lin Xian pointed to the bed, signaling CC to get on it:

"Just cover yourself with the quilt; I don’t feel cold. This church fleece jacket is incredibly effective, its cold-resistance is maxed out. During tomorrow’s service and prayer at the church, I’ll definitely be 30% more devout than yesterday."

CC couldn’t help but laugh:

"How amusing, your faith can actually be quantified, and so specific."

"Since you’re not cold, then I won’t chatter with you, I’ll continue sleeping."

With that said.

She wrapped herself in the quilt again, turned her back to Lin Xian, and quickly went back to slumber.

"..."

Lin Xian watched her enviable falling asleep speed:

"Is she in a hurry to go back to her dream to eat hot dogs?"

...

Falling back asleep, Lin Xian woke up naturally, still without dreaming.

He got up and immediately went to the first-floor front desk to check the clock; the hands showed it was 8:23 in the morning.

An irregular waking time.

It seems that in this unusual 1952, his double negative state has made him a normal human.

After washing up with CC in the communal bathroom, they checked out and left the small inn, ending their 30-cent night.

Soon after.

They quickly headed to the Dock Church, to grab a meal... I mean, to attend the service.

Even though Lin Xian still had some money in his hands.

But until he found a way to make money, saving where possible was wise, and a free breakfast wasn’t to be missed.

Again in the church, they sang the "Hymn."

Lin Xian’s voice was much louder, with his faith boosted by 30%.

Soon, the service ended.

Lin Xian and CC sat on the wooden crates, holding corn chowder and a heavy bread that could be used as a weapon, eating.

"Today’s bread is so dry."

Lin Xian knocked the bread against the iron rack nearby, making a thumping sound.

"That’s why you should soak it."

CC demonstrated to Lin Xian:

"You need to soak it in the corn chowder, it’ll be delicious once it’s soft."

Lin Xian shook his head, tearing off a piece with his teeth, feeling like chewing on an insole:

"Bread soaked in soup just feels weird... I mean, we can’t always keep eating like this, can we? Corn porridge and bread do fill the stomach, but they’re not nutritious, and eating this way all the time will lead to a sallow complexion from malnutrition."