HISD Chapter 4 Studying While Sleeping?
Yi Meng suddenly froze, standing motionless at the podium.
Yang Wei, the class monitor sitting in the middle row, immediately grew displeased. His family background was extremely privileged—third-generation wealth, top student, and well-liked for his personality. By all logic, he should have been the most popular person in the class.
But no matter how decent his own looks were, they could never compare to Yi Meng, that "walking disaster"!
Three years of high school had gone by, and Yi Meng, a shut-in and a failing student who did nothing noteworthy, somehow ended up quietly winning "most popular" year after year.
Of course, maybe that was also because there were more girls than boys in this class.
Yang Wei glanced not far away and noticed a cute girl with a sharp ponytail staring at Yi Meng's back on the podium, her eyes unblinking. Rage flared instantly in his chest.
Comparisons really killed people!
Yang Wei hated these so-called "scum students" who wasted resources. If someone was academically strong or had a wealthy background, fine. But Yi Meng? Mediocre, lazy, achieving nothing—and still treated well by others just because of his cursedly good looks, like some rich widow's spoiled pet.
Was being handsome enough to do whatever you wanted?
Though furious, Yang Wei forced a calm, polite smile and said in a gentle tone, "Yi Meng, class is nearly over. If you can't solve it, that's fine. Don't waste the teacher's time."
Yang Wei was especially good at physics and often qualified in school-wide competitions. Even he hadn't found a way to solve the problem yet, which showed how difficult it was.
On the surface, he seemed to be defending Yi Meng, but in reality, he was mocking him for wasting everyone's time. Many boys in the class frowned in irritation at Yi Meng, which secretly delighted Yang Wei.
Originally, he wanted Yi Meng to hurry down. But now? No, better to let him stay up there longer, humiliated in front of everyone and left to face the resentment of the class.
Destroying someone's heart—that was true cruelty!
Yang Wei felt smug, as if he had finally grasped the lessons his father, a wealthy businessman, often preached.
"Tap, tap!"
Suddenly, Yang Wei stiffened. His happy thoughts were shattered by the crisp sound of a smart pen scribbling across the smart blackboard.
He widened his eyes, staring at Yi Meng's rapidly moving hand. A chilling thought crept into his mind.
No way… could he really solve it?
…
The classroom fell into pin-drop silence. The only sound was the faint strokes of pen against smartboard.
Yi Meng's hand moved swiftly, one line after another of equations and formulas appearing on the board.
The physics teacher pulled out a pair of thick black-framed glasses from his pocket and put them on, watching the process intently.
Yi Meng didn't pause until he reached the result. Lowering his wrist, he looked at the unfamiliar-looking answer on the board and asked, "Teacher, is this correct?"
Turning, he faced the teacher. His answer was based on pure instinct and was genuinely asking the teacher for his input.
The teacher hesitated before replying, "The answer is correct, but the process… is not right."
"I knew it." Yang Wei let out a breath of relief, smiling as he consoled, "Yi Meng, rote memorization of answers in physics doesn't work. You need flexible thinking, or the smallest change in the question will trip you up."
"No."
The teacher suddenly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "This solving process isn't wrong either."
"Not… wrong?" Yang Wei froze again.
"Yes. It's just a different method from the standard approach. In fact, it's neater and more elegant. Both the reasoning and answer are completely valid."
The teacher paused, then asked Yi Meng curiously, "Who taught you this method?"
"If I told you I learned it in a dream, would you believe me?" Yi Meng blinked innocently, trying to brush it off.
The teacher's face hardened again. "Go back to your seat. Keep reviewing for the exams. Solving this question proves your physics level can be much higher than usual."
These days, telling the truth never got you believed.
Yi Meng shrugged and stepped down from the podium.
Yang Wei, watching the handsome boy walk past with his usual aloof expression, felt as if he had just swallowed something foul.
"Unbelievable… he actually pulled it off."
The disgust in his chest was like swallowing a mouthful of steaming hot filth.
…
Star Dragon Federation.
Eastern Administrative Zone.
Qin Autonomous State.
Tianhe City.
The dismissal bell rang, and crowds of students poured out of the Second Middle School's teaching building.
"Boss! Boss!"
Under the stares of many curious students, a tall, burly, dark-skinned youth—at least 1.9 meters, built like a tank—waved his thick arms and jogged up to Yi Meng, the silver-haired boy with a slender build and striking looks.
His street-thug style of address made the surrounding students scatter, giving the two of them a wide berth.
"Boss, I knew you wouldn't stay ordinary. Right at the end of high school, you pulled off something amazing again!" Pan Hu grinned.
"When did I do anything amazing?"
Yi Meng stopped his inner thoughts and cast a sideways glance at the giant who towered over him by a full head.
"The whole school's talking about it!"
Pan Hu's face brimmed with gossip and admiration. "This afternoon in physics class, you were caught sleeping, then you went up to the board and solved the hard problem completely. Then you dropped that legendary line—'I study well in my dreams!'"
What kind of Cao Cao line was that?
Yi Meng sighed. Ordinary high school life was just like this—one small thing could snowball into a ridiculous rumor.
Still, his mind was in turmoil.
That physics problem had been way beyond his normal ability, yet somehow he had solved it effortlessly. That wasn't just extraordinary—it was practically impossible!
"Wait. Did I do anything else shocking at school?"
Yi Meng looked curiously at Pan Hu.
"Don't tell me you forgot? Three years ago, right after we enrolled." Pan Hu's eyes shone with awe. "Back then, you killed that monstrous mastiff that broke into the schoolyard—with your bare hands! Teachers were watching, too!"
"That beast was practically the size of a tiger. You were the first true badass I'd ever seen at school. That's when I decided you'd be my boss forever!"
"…"
Yi Meng remembered that black mark in his past. Three years ago, he had been plagued by nightmares, constant insomnia, and anxiety, leaving his temper raw and violent.
That was even before the thousands of dreams where he had become the Sword.
As for those nightmares, he could barely recall them now.
But thinking about dreams…
Yi Meng recalled the spark he felt on the podium earlier.
In that moment, his mind had raced at lightning speed, recalling physics formulas and applying them perfectly, almost as if he had broken free of his brain's limits—
Just like artificial intelligence.
"By the way, Boss," Pan Hu asked curiously, "some students said when you woke up in class, you mentioned something about Iron Man, Marvel—what's that? I've seen so many movies, but nothing like it."
"Just nonsense. I don't really know either."
Yi Meng shook his head. Even if he explained, Pan Hu wouldn't understand.
Yes, Yi Meng was a transmigrator. His previous life came from a world filled with Marvel, DC, Harry Potter, and other stories.
But the world he lived in now was a parallel universe, geographically and technologically almost identical to Earth in the 21st century.
Here, the planet had only one nation: the Star Dragon Federation.
Today was the year 0200 of the Star Dragon Era—just one week before the global Federation College Entrance Exams!
In this world, science and technology were revered above all. Scientists were the top celebrities, while actors were the lowest rung of society. Entertainment and film never flourished here, which explained why stories like Marvel or Harry Potter never existed.
"You don't say, how was I supposed to know?" Pan Hu laughed.
"Anyway, I'm heading back early to rest."
Yi Meng patted his friend's shoulder, though his eyes glinted with thought.
Why did he keep dreaming of scenes from his past life's fictional worlds?
The Sword, AI programs…
And from those dreams, he was even gaining special abilities.
He knew the answers he sought were hidden inside his dreams.
Perhaps only by dreaming again could he uncover the truth.
"Didn't you just sleep in class? And you're still not done?"
Pan Hu's eyes bulged as he watched Yi Meng's silver-haired figure disappear through the school gates. Then he gave a big thumbs up.
That was true guts—someone who didn't even put the Federation Exams in his eyes. No wonder he was the boss!
TL/N: Yeah it's not the usual stay in DC/Marvel fanfic but I hope you're still interested!
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