MM Racing Chapter 361 Dream
Chapter 361 Dream
Late at night, Gan Jia lay in bed early, recalling the plan proposed by Lan Xueke and others, hoping to find a way to break the current situation.
Although it is currently unclear why Lan Yi gathered people from the Tiandou Empire and the Shangsan Sect and proposed convening a pan-continental elite soul master competition.
But what is certain is that since the incident happened at this point, it means that Lan Yi definitely has other back-up plans behind his back.
It's just that because there is too little information currently known, it is impossible to deduce Lan Yi's true purpose.
Gan Jia rubbed her somewhat swollen forehead, glanced at Hong Lian, who was sleeping in a large font next to her, and couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"You are really so heartless."
Immediately, Gan Jia pulled the quilt from Honglian and covered herself.
Drowsiness swept over him quietly, his slightly heavy eyelids slowly fell, and gentle snoring echoed in the room.
In the hazy moment, the sound of firecrackers mixed with laughter broke into Gan Jia's ears without restraint.
"Boom-boom-boom-"
"Xiaojia, order one yourself."
A pretty young woman in a white down jacket held a lit stick of incense in one hand and held the young-looking Gan Jia's little hand with the other. She squatted on the ground and looked at the flying monkey stuck on the snowdrift.
Gan Jia raised her head and looked at the fireworks that lit up one after another in the distance, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
The woman forced the incense into Gan Jia's hand, held Gan Jia's little hand, and slowly stretched the red dot at the tip of the incense towards the lead of the Sky Monkey.
"call out--"
"Snapped--"
Startled by the sound that was so close, Gan Jia trembled. He quickly withdrew his little hand and huddled behind the woman, with a look of aggrievement on his face.
"Exactly like your dad."
Seeing Gan Jia's subconscious expression of panic, the woman couldn't help but laugh: "Your dad has me now, otherwise, your dad might not have been bullied by some evil woman somewhere. I just don't know if you can do the same in the future. Find a good woman like your mother and me."
After saying that, the woman rubbed Gan Jia's little head lovingly and kissed Gan Jia's forehead affectionately.
At this moment, a young man with a delicate face and fair skin was lying on the balcony of the third floor. He looked at the woman and Gan Jia downstairs, waved and shouted:
"Bring Xiaojia up here. It's a cold day. Don't let the child freeze anymore."
"It's true for your dad. If you don't set off firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, what's the difference between not eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year? There's no New Year flavor at all."
The woman cursed a few words, casually broke the unburned incense in her hand, stood up, held Gan Jia in her arms, and walked towards the building: "Come on, come on!"
However, the moment the woman stepped into the building with Gan Jia in her arms, a firecracker with a fuse accurately shot into the window before the man could close it.
The deafening sound of firecracker explosions lingered in the man's ears.
Before the man could recover, the second sound of firecrackers exploded in the kitchen.
Along with it, there was a clanking sound of debris falling to the ground.
The man covered his still buzzing ears and rushed into the kitchen angrily. Looking at the pots and pans scattered on the floor and a broken hose on the ground, his anger was instantly replaced by fear.
The hose that was cut off was the hose responsible for transporting natural gas that had just been blown up by firecrackers.
The man looked panicked and hurriedly raised his hand to the natural gas valve.
However, just as the man's hand touched the valve, the sparks remaining on the remains of the firecracker ignited the natural gas that had filled the entire room.
There was a loud "boom", and the blazing flames instantly swept through everything around him, engulfing the man with a frightened face.
The violent wave of fire instantly blew away the ajar door, and with it, the woman and Gan Jia who had just reached the third floor were scattered and rolled back to the empty stairwell.
For a moment, the whole building was shaking like the sky was falling. The sound of explosions, noises, cries for help, and cries echoed in every household, overshadowing the still festive sound of firecrackers outside the building.
"Don't be afraid, Xiaojia, mom will be here soon..."
The woman's face was covered in blood. Even though her body was tightly pressed by the twisted door panel and gravel, she still wanted to reach out to Gan Jia, who fell not far away and fell into a coma.
"Xiaojia! Xiaojia!"
The familiar and urgent shouts kept irritating Gan Jia's eardrums and lingered in his mind for a long time.
"Hmm~"
A murmur came from Gan Jia's mouth. He opened his eyelids with difficulty, trying to get rid of the heavy pressure on his chest and take another look at the face that was etched deep in his mind.
"Teacher Gan Jia, wake up quickly, the assessment has begun!"
Wang Qin, who was standing by the bed at this time, looked anxious and wanted to reach out to shake Gan Jia awake, but he was a little hesitant.
It wasn't until Gan Jia opened her eyes completely that Wang Qin stretched out his hands with lingering fear and firmly grasped Gan Jia's twitching arms:
"Teacher Ganjia! Teacher Ganjia!"
"What's wrong..."
Gan Jia's empty eyes stared straight at the pale roof and asked feebly.
Wang Qin barely suppressed his panic and responded with a slightly choked voice:
"I, I thought you..."
"Thought something happened to me."
Gan Jia breathed a long sigh of relief, squeezed out a smile on her stiff face, raised her hand and patted the back of Wang Qin's hand gently: "I'm fine, right?"
With that said, Gan Jia pushed away the long legs that were pressing on her chest, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed.
With a pale face, he raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, not caring about his clothes that were wet with cold sweat. He kept recalling the scene in his previous dream in his mind.
Gan Jia dared not forget that extremely real dream in his life, because it was a real experience that had happened to him.
It's just that Gan Jia is a little confused. More than ten years have passed since that incident, so why is he recalling that past event again today.
Does this dream symbolize something, or does it have some unknown connection with his own time travel?Gan Jia couldn't help but subconsciously become suspicious.
But there was no extra time for Gan Jia to organize his thoughts carefully. He pinched his tense eyebrows and asked in a low voice:
"I just heard you say that the assessment has started?"
Wang Qin nodded repeatedly:
"Well, before I came here, the Supervisory Committee was convening the colleges that came to participate in the assessment. It may have started now."
Gan Jia sighed secretly, suppressed her confusion temporarily, and reached back to grab Honglian's ankle:
"Don't sleep, get up and work!"
Hong Lian, who was sleeping soundly, couldn't bear the disturbance, so she had to turn over and sit up, looking at Gan Jia with sleepy eyes:
"What time is it? I haven't woken up yet."
"Still sleeping, I'll let you sleep..."
Gan Jia stretched out two fingers and scratched the soles of Honglian's feet.
Suddenly, a burst of delicate laughter like silver bells sounded in the previously dull room.
Dabao, who had always been regarded as a pillow by Honglian, walked up to a few people in a daze and asked in a sweet voice:
"What happened, brother Ganjia."