Chapter 89 Train Dream

In a daze, Vansini felt that she had slept for a long time, wandering in the dreamland and dreaming a lot...

The dreams were all scenes she had photographed before, full of indistinguishable reality and illusion.

There are endless rapeseed fields as far as the eye can see, a fairyland in the polar mountains, and countless luminous coral reefs on the seabed. The one thing that never changes is Momoa by her side. All kinds of romantic scenes make her feel the happiness in her chest.

Everything is just like her ideal confession scene, the romantic atmosphere perfectly harmonizes with the environment.

Every time she had this idea and tried to muster up the courage to confess, she would always fall short.

It's like the camera is focused elsewhere and the dream begins to blur.

After countless disappointments and panics emerged, I suddenly realized that I was dreaming, and the dream collapsed at a faster speed.

When she was about to wake up, Vansini vaguely looked at the only clear part of the dream.

That was the place where the dream focused, among the ruins and rubble, two pairs of eyes full of aura stared at her vigilantly in the darkness.

"Eye……"

Unconscious murmurs sounded from her mouth, and Vansini concentrated on trying to see the other person's appearance, but the dilapidated buildings on the ruins supported the darkness and completely covered the other person's body, which was as deep as the unreasonable vigilance.

Maybe some kind of self-preservation?

Thinking like this, she didn't see anything more. The dream collapsed for the last time, her sleeping body became active, and the information from her body's senses occupied her mind.

"Hmm~ So comfortable."

With a groan, her fatigue washed away and her body relaxed, Vansini couldn't help but turn over and hug her pillow.

It's soft, hold it tighter. It's fragrant and warm. After sniffing the smell, you push your face further into it.

etc!

fragrant?

Fansini seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly opened her eyes. Momoa's shameful and angry eyes were what caught her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

Damn it, I shouldn’t be traveling on the train, right? Where did the pillow come from?

The place where I drilled just now...

Realizing what she had done, Vansini suddenly felt warm body temperature flowing out of her nose, and excitement surged into her brain.

"Come down quickly!"

Sensing her movements, Momoa tried to hit Vansini on the head hard, but he had no strength because half of his body was numb.

"oh oh."

Reluctantly touching the thigh where her head rested, Vansini turned over and sat down on the sofa, quickly finding a piece of paper to wipe away the nosebleed.

She hurriedly folded the tissue into a ball and stuffed it into her nose. Only then did she have time to feel the fullness of energy.

He looked so full of energy that it didn't look like he had only slept for more than ten minutes. Instead, he looked like he slept from early morning until noon the next day.

"Aha!!" He raised his arms and turned around, and the photographer came to life again!

"By the way... Momoa, how long have I been sleeping?"

"Not much, eight hours."

Momoa had already predicted Vansini's question, so she answered casually, maintaining her original sitting position and squeezing her legs coyly.

It's numb, it's all numb.

Being pillowed by this little girl, Vansini, for eight hours, if it weren't for her psychic powers, she might have become the first amputee psychic in the history of Gudu.

Vansini:OvO

"Eight hours?"

"Momo, you must be joking, right? Didn't you say before going to bed that it's only about ten minutes away?"

"No kidding, we flew eastward around Gudu Star and are about to arrive at our destination."

"Didn't the conductor throw us off?"

Seeing her shocked expression, Momoa reached out and pulled it from the air, and the hat that Vansini had just put on flew directly to her and performed what it means to be a psionic user on the spot.

"understand?"

"..."

Touching the top of her head, Fansini felt that a breeze just blew her hat and then disappeared.

I almost forgot, Momoa is now a first-class citizen.

"Give me your hat back quickly!"

Suddenly, the doorbell of the compartment rang, and the train conductor's voice came from outside.

"Hello, is this Ms. Momoa's room? I'm a train employee."

The two girls in the room looked at each other silently and stopped fighting.

Momoa nodded and quickly responded:

"Please come in."

The door opened quickly, and a flight attendant in white overalls walked in pushing a floating dinner plate.

"This is the lunch for two you just ordered. I wish you a pleasant meal."

"Thanks."

Momoa stepped forward to take the plate and thanked her. He opened his personal terminal and wanted to change the order status, but found that there was no need to pay. He raised his head and called the clerk in confusion.

"Excuse me, where is the credit point? I can't find the payment channel."

Hearing her doubts, the flight attendant stopped and explained with a smile:

"You are a first-class citizen, and the meals on the train are free for you."

Is it so good... Momoa touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"OK, thanks."

"You're welcome, it's my honor to serve you."

After the flight attendant said goodbye, the door clicked shut, and Momoa stared at his lunch and fell into deep thought.

What are your citizen rights? Should you find time to ask Master Gudu? After all, T1 level people who don’t even understand their rights will always make people feel stupid.

You must know that many T1-level citizens are moral benchmarks in society.

The citizen rights of Gudu Civilization are divided into three major levels - T1, T2, T3. Each level is divided into several directions at the same time, including military, civilian, different professions, official and unofficial systems...

Gudu people engaged in different professions have different permissions.

For example, technicians can freely enter and exit power plants, and soldiers can enjoy military benefits...

Her authority was separately designated by Master Gudu. She only knew that it was T1 level and there was no special label, so she didn't know what authority she had.

But what is certain is that both implicit and explicit benefits are very high.

Many Gudu people have great respect for T1 permissions, because high-level citizens tend to contribute more to the empire.

This kind of respect is often spontaneous, just like the admiration of ordinary people for leaders.

In an egalitarian society, there is no hierarchy among citizens.

The initial T3 level and the adult T2 level are everywhere in civilization. The vast majority of adult and employed Gudu people can quickly upgrade from T3 to T2 level permissions, so T3 permissions are also called student level.

As for T1 authority, in the imperial hierarchy, people rarely encounter it in their daily lives...

"Momo Momoa, don't be stunned, it's time to eat."

Vansini waved her hand in front of Momoa's eyes and poked her growling stomach. "Your stomach is not even satisfied."

"Have a meal."

When Momoa came back to her senses, she glanced at her, patted her hands off, picked up her big rice bag and took small bites.

"Momo, are your legs tired?"

After taking a few bites of her rice bag, Vansini suddenly raised her head and asked.

"Fortunately, I almost had my leg amputated."

Momoa rolled her eyes angrily, her thigh was pressed for a long time and the blood circulation was not smooth, so she simply had omnipotent psychic powers.

"Then let me feed you, okay?"

"No, my hands are still good."

"Ah~ let me tell you, I just dreamed about you."

"oh."

"Hey, don't be so cold, okay? Aren't you curious?"

Seeing Momoa starting to eat, Vansini talked about the dream just now, traveling with her in the scenes she had taken in the past. At the end, she also mentioned the two pairs of eyes she saw in the dream, but

Momoa didn't look the least bit curious about this.

Fansini had no choice but to squat in front of the window with her rice bowl in hand, looking at the scenery and asking questions.

"Where are we flying now?"

"Southern Siqingzhou, you should have just flown over the slum area you want to go to."

"How much time does it take to get off the bus?"

"Half an hour..."

"..."

During the constant chat between the two, one played the role of One Hundred Thousand Whys and the other transformed into Baidu Encyclopedia.

Soon, the sky train's destination - Siqing City Transportation Center arrived.
Chapter completed!