I Like This Dream!

I'm afraid it's not Miss Sullivan's decision who goes to hell.

A voice sounded behind Anxu, and Lance and Marshall saluted in her direction. She turned around and faced Sister Mary's gloomy face. Behind Sister Mary stood the healer who had just left, her head bowed honestly, as if she was not the one who found Sister Mary under Lance's instructions.

Marshall Mom and Lance Sullivan regard the punishment of the academy as a bet. They hope to be deceived and repent, copying the Book of Penitence a hundred times. Mother Mary said, Do you have any objections?

No. The person who was called said respectfully. Ansu swore Lance glanced at her quickly.

As for you, Anna Sullivan, you deceived your classmates and tried to shirk the punishment as a bet. Mother Mary looked at her as if she was looking at a psoriasis that had been wiped off repeatedly. You will copy the Bible two hundred times and the copy will be completed. You are not allowed to leave the confinement room until now.”

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This is why An Xu was put in a solitary room.

Aunt Mary made the verdict, and despite her protest of I have objections, she was ordered to be picked up by two people from the Discipline Hall, like a chicken, and thrown into the solitary room without any explanation. The solitary room was very small, with sunlight filtering into the ground through a small window. There were no lights, tables and chairs, only paper and pen, which probably meant that she was required to kneel down and copy.

If An Xuhui is obedient, there will be a ghost.

There are iron bolts on the door and iron bars on the windows. The specifications are no different from those of a solitary prison. She walked around the cubicle and made sure she couldn't get out, so she put the pen and paper aside and sat down on the floor. The cold ground is not suitable for lying down, but sitting like meditating is fine. As mentioned before, An Xu is a nerd who is very happy to be alone. Although she does not have a computer now, she has a brain with upgraded memory!

Since her success in meditating, she has been busy memorizing and studying the memory library, and has not had time to meditate properly. There was no one in the solitary room to disturb her, and there were meals delivered regularly, which was perfect for her to retreat into solitary confinement. An Xu closed her eyes, maintained a meditative posture and sank into meditation. The universe enveloped her, and it felt like returning home.

The operation of meditation itself is difficult to describe in words. It is like sinking into the spiritual sea, looking for scattered corals in the sea, and smoothing or splicing them together. You are as nimble as a fish swimming in your own spiritual sea, but you still cannot resist the general trend of the waves and can only go with the current. Anxu searched for the pattern of the tides, letting the rising or falling waves push her farther again and again. Once she found the trick, this effort was as simple as using gravity to swing higher and higher on the swing.

The so-called internal and external heaven and earth and breathing with nature, this metaphysically vague description suddenly became possible.

An Xu couldn't remember whether she had ever done this in reality. She had been a martial arts master, a great wizard, a fairy, a demon in various games... Every time she got excited, she searched for information, wanting to feel the reality. The extraordinary power in the world has never been achieved. No matter how fancifully she tried to gain enlightenment, she could never come across phenomena that could not be explained by science. Over time, she learned a lot of partial knowledge and theoretical dragon-slaying techniques, which gave her a more deep-rooted understanding: the world is scientific, and there is no unscientific thing.

But there is an exception in dreams. Only here, science will not limit her imagination. She felt she could do it, so she did it. The fantasy is no longer a fantasy, she feels the treasures hidden in the spirit, which can be the eight extraordinary meridians, the three rounds and seven meridians, the sense of Qi, internal strength, mana, magic power, etc.

When she was occasionally thrown to the farthest distance on the tide of the spiritual sea, Anxu could feel the bounds of being bound. She felt something was wrong. How could her imagination have any boundaries?

An Xu rushed towards the invisible boundary again and again, with a vague premonition that what she controlled...no, it should be said that what she could sense was just a drop in the bucket. Her true power is like an underwater iceberg, huge and silent, waiting for her to discover it herself.

Each cycle can make the golden thread in the soul become a little brighter. It is not obvious at first, but grows day by day with hard work. Anxu is surprisingly a very patient person. She can only brush one copy a day for a month for a weapon. She can mine for many years in a wasteland with a boring background. She thinks that accumulating accumulated resources to kill everyone is the same as trying to win in danger. Cool. As for the boring early preparations, the good thing of being able to see yourself getting stronger as long as you work hard (even if the progress bar is just a trace) is simply enjoyable. How can you encounter it in reality?

She found that the golden thread was connecting the surviving spider silk into a web. They are small but tough, unable to penetrate the invisible barrier, and they continue to expand and expand inside, like an anthill under construction. The more he meditated, the less awkward An Xu felt in his thinking and actions, as if the rust on the joints of a puppet had been wiped away.

A few weeks later, An Xu stood up and started regular exercise. Suddenly, he found that his body was completely under the command of his will, like an arm. It was a bit strange to say that his body was like an arm, but isn't it normal for the body to not obey the command in dreams? From the moment he first opened his eyes at Sullivan Manor, Anxu moved like he was walking in water, his sense of touch was numb, and his movements were erratic and clumsy. But now, An Xu moved his fingers and felt that his body was just like the body in reality, so real that it was a bit scary. She pinched her face. Fortunately, it still didn't hurt.

Anxu just eats like this (someone delivers the food, so he doesn't have to wash the dishes), sleeps, meditates, jumps around for exercise, and hums songs in the cubicle. Not to mention his life is very nourishing.

After an unknown amount of time, maybe a few months, the Discipline Hall finally remembered that there was a criminal who was eating and drinking in the solitary room. Months of confinement in a confessional with no communication or possessions can make even a weak ascetic uneasy, let alone a thirteen-year-old child. According to common sense, the students who were imprisoned should cry and repent, even if they pass the time by copying the Bible, they should finish copying the Bible. Who would have thought that this weird thing didn't move a word and looked like he was planning to take root in it?

Aunt Mary was so angry that she ordered Anxu to be taken out and thrown into the Ascetic Courtyard.

The ascetic courtyard is not a gathering place for the ascetic monks named here. Most of the ascetic monks will choose to practice in the snowy mountains near the college, or do hard work for the college. There are also some like Nancy whose daily actions are no different from other teachers, except that they wear The man of the Chains of Divine Punishment. The Ascetic Courtyard, also known as the Temperance Courtyard, is a dilapidated, roofless courtyard. There are several skinny ascetic monks in it. They all practice temperance, which is a virtue opposite to the seven deadly sins of Gluttony. people.

In other words, in this closed courtyard, only one meal was delivered a day, and each meal consisted of a ball of manna the size of a ping pong ball.

Not afraid of beatings, scolding, or confinement, Miss Devil, who was notorious in the academy, was choked to death.

There are clouds in the sky, floating here and there, like cotton candy. An Xu looked up and drooled.

This is a four-sided walled courtyard with an open roof and several small shacks for staying warm at night. At first glance, the environment looks okay, quite a bit like a farmhouse. In addition to Anxu, there are six or seven ascetics living here. This courtyard is not prepared for people who have made mistakes.

However, An Xu deeply missed the solitary room without even a bed. How intimate and lovely that little dark room was! The small dark room is completely her territory, there are no skinny ascetics doing performance art, and more importantly, press! hour! deliver! meal!

So hungry...

Anxu let out a zombie-like wail, lying flat on the ground, salivating at the birds flying over the top of the small courtyard. She is actually not that out of the ordinary among this group of people. Everyone in the small courtyard looks like a zombie. The difference is that they are hungry on their own, but An Xu is forced to starve. Looking at the other people's arms, his eyes are glowing green. . It was only the third day, and she had already begun a difficult ideological struggle. Should I just wake up, open the refrigerator and eat some fried noodles? As soon as the word fried noodles appeared in her mind, her mouth started to water.

Anxu did not snatch the food from other ascetics, and they did not offend Anxu. An Xu has her own system of principles. She does not provoke good people who have never provoked her, no matter how small the matter is, no matter the loss or gain, no matter whether anyone will pursue it, even in games and dreams. The central idea of ​​just be happy yourself is still ranked behind this principle. Her sincere temperament of not taking advantage of others was always called a fool behind her back, and she was once considered easy to bully.

Of course, people who think this will know they are wrong. [Have never harmed her] and [A flawless good person], two conditions are indispensable.

So Ansu decided to eat grass instead of looking at the food that was being chewed by the ascetic monks with disgust (they considered eating to be a sin, a sin that they had to eat in order to maintain life and continue to atone for their sins).

The yard was dilapidated and desolate, with many weeds growing on the unmaintained ground. The weeds grown in these cold places are much more palatable than the vegetables grown by Nancy, and even livestock have to chew hard to eat them. An Xu chewed a few mouthfuls with difficulty, and suddenly realized something was wrong. The texture was so tough, why did it taste like home-made sheets? What if you wake up and find that your sheets have been eaten? She could just come up with social news headlines - A girl living alone is hospitalized after eating bedsheets late at night, is it a personal quirk or a social ill? 》——Oh, let me wake up hungry.

She stood on the ground for a moment, then sat up, still feeling unwilling. It’s rare to have an interesting and long dream, your meditation is on track, and you wake up hungry? The alarm clock hasn't gone off yet! She felt that she needed to find something appetizing and use her subjective will to self-hypnotize so that her body would feel that she had eaten. She groped against the wall to see if there were any mushrooms or moss that could be eaten. She was groping around, and suddenly her hands were empty.

In the corner covered by weeds, there is a hole.

It might have been in disrepair, or it might have been dug out by some animal. The hole at the base of the wall was big enough for a big dog and a petite girl to get out. An Xu swallowed a cheer and climbed out without hesitation.