Chapter 74
Chapter 74: I Dreamed You Were Covered in Shit—Ugh
System’s panel floated into her face.
“You had a nightmare?”
In the night-lit hovercar, Qian Qi blinked at the city lights outside and nodded slowly. “Yeah. A really awful one.”
She’d dreamed the black dragon beast smashed into Awakeners University and swallowed her adorable students whole.
Her wallets.
Panic-stricken, Qian Qi had climbed right into the monster’s mouth, planning to poison it unconscious the way she’d once dealt with three magic lightning lions.
Except her hand slipped.
She slid down the black dragon beast’s throat and dropped straight into its stomach.
The stomach was packed with people—her Little Qian wallets, her students—shoving and crying and begging her to save them.
So she poured the poison into the beast’s stomach.
The effect was immediate.
The black dragon beast clutched its belly and started blasting diarrhea on the spot. Qian Qi and her students got flushed out together, launched from the monster’s ass like a nightmare water slide.
When she looked around, the school grounds were full of wallets—ripped up, half-dead, hanging from trees, the field, the railings…
The dream was so horrifying and so stupid at the same time that Qian Qi had snapped awake in the middle of the ride back.
System’s panel bobbed eagerly. “What did you dream about?”
Qian Qi stared at it. “I dreamed you were standing in front of me covered in shit. Ugh.”
System froze for a beat.
Then, somehow, sheer regret radiated off the screen. “I really shouldn’t have asked.”
Qian Qi pressed her forehead to the cold window until her brain cooled down. She checked the navigation and saw they were still far from school.
Only then did she realize how late it was.
She leaned forward, meaning to warn the driver not to fall asleep—
And found the driver slumped in the seat, snoring.
Qian Qi: …
She shook him. “Driver Big Brother! Why are you asleep? We didn’t get lost, did we?!”
The driver jerked awake, saw her anxious face, and nearly jumped out of his skin. He forced himself to calm down and pointed at the console. “Relax. Autopilot.”
Qian Qi frowned. “Didn’t Senior Su Ang say he doesn’t trust autopilot?”
The driver gave her a lazy look. “Didn’t you say you don’t trust drivers either?”
Qian Qi: …
Fine. Great. Amazing. She definitely wasn’t embarrassed, so clearly he should be.
She cleared her throat and pivoted like a professional. “Driver Big Brother, since we’re just killing time, can you teach me how to drive a hovercar?”
He looked her up and down. “You have a hovercar?”
“I’m about to.”
Qian Qi rubbed her hands together, grinning. “Teach me. I’m smart.”
“Sure.”
For reasons unknown, the driver seemed delighted. He slid into the passenger seat and pointed at the controls. “Autopilot isn’t hard. You just learn the modules. If you want to drive manually, though, that takes long training. Still… you can try.”
He laughed in a way that felt suspicious.
Qian Qi, oblivious, climbed into the pilot seat and touched the control panel like it was sacred. She turned the wheel and squinted. “Is there a manual?”
“Yep.”
He pulled a booklet from a compartment and handed it over. “We’ve still got three hours.”
Qian Qi flipped through the table of contents, skimmed a few sections, and then—because she was Qian Qi—switched from autopilot to manual.
She touched the wheel lightly and confirmed, “I can really drive, right?”
“Relax,” the driver said, already buckling his seat belt. “No problem.”
Qian Qi inhaled, turned the wheel—
And the hovercar began to tumble through the sky like it had been kicked by a god.
“AAAAAAAH—!”
…
Three hours later, Qian Qi rolled out of the vehicle and immediately bent over. “Ugh—”
This hovercar was absolutely not made for humans.
Inside, the driver watched her with sparkling joy and threw his head back laughing. “Little classmate, go rest. Bye!”
He drove off.
Qian Qi, pale as a ghost, waved weakly and then staggered into the grass by the school gate to keep vomiting.
She’d spent nearly three hours flipping in the air before she finally learned how to keep the hovercar steady—and that was it. The steering was absurdly sensitive. Pulling off one-handed flips, sliding to dodge airborne buildings and dungeons, or using a hovercar in combat? That was going to take a lot more practice.
She wiped her mouth, checked the time, and realized magic plant class hadn’t started yet.
Legs shaking, she headed for the classroom building, determined to maintain her good-student image: sick as a dog, still showing up.
The moment she stepped into the room, she knew something was wrong.
The classmates were arguing. Zhang Feng was swearing up a storm about beating someone to death while several guys tried to hold him back. In the back row, a few girls were crying with their heads down—one of them was Liang Yu Ting.
Qian Qi wandered over, curiosity fully engaged. “What happened?”
By now, Qian Qi had basically become the magic plant 101 class’s local legend thanks to helping everyone with their magic plant homework. The second Zhang Feng saw her, he visibly forced himself to calm down.
He pointed at Liang Yu Ting and the others, fury simmering. “Some students from the skills department came to the back mountain today and used the E-rank magic plants we just planted as practice targets. Now all the plants are ruined.”
To students in the magic plant department, magic plants weren’t just assignments. They were lifelines. They poured days into getting an E-rank plant to adulthood—like raising a child. Watching someone smash that work to pieces was a special kind of pain.
Zhang Feng’s anger flickered as he remembered something.
Back when Qian Qi was “old Qian Qi,” she’d done the same kind of thing.
He shut his mouth, half-expecting her to shrug and say, Plant them again. What’s the big deal?
Qian Qi slammed a hand on the desk.
The entire class jumped.
Oh no.
She was furious.
Qian Qi grabbed a stool and snarled, “Talk. Which bastard did it?”
In her eyes, this wasn’t just petty vandalism. It was a declaration of war.
Those were her future employees. You couldn’t stomp their work into the dirt and expect her company morale to survive.
If her employees ended up traumatized, who was going to compensate her?
This grudge had to be repaid.
“I’m going to smash their bodies into paste—”
Qian Qi’s expression turned downright terrifying, like she was about to drag someone’s soul out through their nose. Zhang Feng swallowed hard and said shakily, “Actually… it’s not that serious…”
If Qian Qi got involved, it would immediately become serious.
What started as a “magic plant incident” could turn into a “someone dies” incident.
But Qian Qi wasn’t backing down.
If they let this go, the skills department students would learn a simple lesson: magic plant department students were easy to bully. Today it was the girls’ plants. Tomorrow it would be everyone’s. They’d come to the back mountain every day, smashing whatever they wanted.
And what if they damaged her plants next?
No.
Absolutely not.
Qian Qi stared down the class and demanded, “How is it not serious?”
She marched up to the podium, snatched the little bee megaphone, and spoke into the mic like she was about to start a revolution.
“Classmates, answer me. Why do we work so hard growing magic plants?”
“Why…?”
Faced with Qian Qi’s question, the students of the magic plant 101 class couldn’t help falling silent, actually thinking about it.