HISD Chapter 10: Strange Reality, Tifa
Yi Meng's thoughts wavered.
He quickly found a memory of something similar to the urban legend Pan Hu had mentioned—but that didn't exist in reality. It came from a movie in his previous life.
In that movie's setting, there really were "ghosts," and they were beings that couldn't be killed.
"What's wrong?" Pan Hu noticed Yi Meng's unusual expression.
"Nothing."
Yi Meng gently shook his head. How could something fictional from a movie in his past life appear in reality?
Even though he tried to comfort himself with that thought, his heart sank, and he couldn't stop imagining further.
Wasn't he already often dreaming of worlds from movies and shows of his past life? Not only that—he was receiving feedback from those dreams, gaining traits in reality such as the sword incarnation and artificial intelligence form.
If those movie and show worlds were actual universes, and they were now linked to the real world he had reincarnated into…
Yi Meng suddenly felt a chill run through his entire body, every hair standing on end!
Perhaps only he knew what that truly meant!
"Boss, you're not scared, are you?" Pan Hu put away his phone and scratched his head. "Alright, I won't bring up spooky stories anymore."
Yi Meng calmed down. Looking at Pan Hu's apologetic dark face and the modern streets under the bright sun, peaceful and safe, that deep bone-chilling dread still hadn't completely faded.
Although it was just a bold thought…
Yi Meng suddenly felt that this reincarnated reality might not be as simple as it seemed.
He walked into the high school gates with the other students.
"Boss, look!" Pan Hu's eyes widened as he gestured toward someone, awe in his gaze.
Yi Meng instinctively looked over. A black-haired girl in the same school uniform was walking ahead.
Her features were delicate and soft, her long jet-black hair cascading down her slim waist like a waterfall. Her exposed skin was dazzlingly pale. Her bangs swept slightly to the right, under which a pair of jewel-like, faintly red eyes glimmered. Her nose was small yet shapely, and her lips were soft and petal-pink.
She wore the school's summer uniform, buttoned neatly to the collar. The crisp white shirt was spotless, the curves beneath difficult to hide, and her fair slender arms peeked out from the sleeves. Below the black skirt that reached her knees, her long toned legs were wrapped in high-quality black stockings, gleaming in the sunlight, as her polished boots tapped against the pavement.
At eighteen or nineteen, she was at the peak of youth, yet already exuded a budding mature elegance. With her top-tier looks and figure, that noble air of refinement clearly wasn't something an ordinary family could cultivate.
So, even in uniform, she drew attention wherever she went, a dazzling line of scenery.
No one in the school didn't know her name.
"Dream Tifa. The pride of our school—of the whole city," Pan Hu sighed, eyes fixed on the black-haired girl. "High school's almost over. Seeing her again will be tough… well, except on TV, where she'll probably appear often."
"She's that famous?" Yi Meng glanced at her.
Pan Hu stared at Yi Meng like he'd seen a monster. "Boss, we've been in the same school for three years. How could you not have heard of her?"
"She's been top of the class all three years, daughter of Dream Century, the number one tech company in the state. She's won countless competitions here in Tianhe City. She's even been Dream Century's spokesperson the past two years, with over a million fans online…"
Pan Hu listed it all out.
"You know that much—don't tell me you're secretly crushing on her?" Yi Meng teased.
Pan Hu quickly clapped a hand over Yi Meng's mouth, lowering his voice. "Don't say nonsense like that! If her fans heard you, we'd be finished."
"She and us… we're from completely different worlds. I'd never fall for a girl I have zero chance with." Pan Hu said earnestly, then glanced at Yi Meng with a touch of regret. "Boss, I remember three years ago, if you hadn't stopped that mastiff, it would've bitten her. And she didn't even thank you…"
Yi Meng's face stayed calm, but in his heart, he added—
Actually, she did give me something.
At that moment, the black-haired girl glanced sidelong at the two of them. Her beautiful face showed no reaction, and without another look, she stepped into the school building.
"Tifa!" A tall, handsome boy called after her, chasing quickly.
Pan Hu shot him a look of disgust. "That guy's been chasing her for three years and still hasn't given up?"
He muttered on, convinced the boy wasn't worthy of her. After all, it was him who had brought the mastiff three years ago, nearly causing Dream Tifa to get mauled—if Boss hadn't intervened, the consequences would've been unthinkable.
...
Yi Meng returned to the classroom.
With only a few days before the Federal College Exams, the teachers had stopped giving lessons. It was mostly self-study, leaving students to review on their own.
Yi Meng spent a couple of periods flipping through all his textbooks, as if using some kind of quantum reading method.
Afterward, he closed his eyes, realizing he could recite almost everything word-for-word.
His third time entering the Marvel dream world hadn't given him as much feedback as the second, but his memory still improved somewhat.
Trying a math problem that used to stump him, he discovered that just scanning it once, without even writing, his mind instantly gave him the full solution and answer.
"So Federal high school knowledge is this easy?"
Yi Meng was stunned.
Humanities only required memorization, math is just formulas—plug them in the right way and solve step by step.
It was so simple it nearly made him cry.
For the first time in two lives, he truly felt the difference between a genius student and a struggling one.
It wasn't that Federal high school knowledge had become easier, but that his mental power had already surpassed ordinary humans.
After finishing the textbooks and problems, he found he still had plenty of time. But he hadn't yet figured out how to deal with the AI Friday in his dreams. He also realized he had overslept the day before.
Thinking for a moment, Yi Meng pulled out his Federal history textbook.
After everything he had recently experienced, reading the book again revealed many strange details he'd missed before.
For example, two hundred years ago, there was a thirty-year gap in history with no records at all.
Two hundred and thirty years ago, the world was still at a medieval level.
That meant, after unification, the Xinglong Federation had advanced from medieval to modern in just two hundred years—something that had taken his previous world a thousand years!
If his previous world had a "technological explosion," this one had a "technological bombardment."
But how was that possible?
Yi Meng suddenly recalled the only myth passed down in the Federation.
"Two hundred years ago…
A meteor fell in the West.
A dragon soared in the East.
And so was born the miracle empire—the Xinglong Federation."
Yi Meng's eyes widened as his brain raced like a supercomputer, sparks of static flashing through his mind.
If that meteor and dragon came from some movie or show he knew in his past life…
Yi Meng cut off his thoughts.
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