Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 248 Confused

Seeing Chen Xin'er, although the doubts in Lin Feng's heart remained, he was more filled with joy. Chen Xin'er was the one he loved deeply. Seeing her was like seeing a ray of light in the darkness. Lin Feng's eyes were full of surprise, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up. He rushed forward without thinking, wanting to hug Chen Xin'er tightly. His steps were fast, and his eyes were full of desire.

However, just as he was about to hug her, Chen Xiner suddenly disappeared. Lin Feng's reach was empty, and he stumbled forward a few steps. His expression instantly became one of shock and loss, his eyes filled with disbelief. He stood in the rain, the rain soaking his hair and clothes, his body trembling slightly.

"What's going on?" Lin Feng rubbed his head, his heart filled with confusion. He began to tense up, his eyes scanning his surroundings. His heartbeat was rapid, his breathing quickened. He ran around in the pouring rain, shouting, "Xin'er, Xin'er, where are you?" His voice echoed in the rain, but there was no response. His eyes were filled with anxiety and fear, his body drenched by the rain, but he was completely unaware.

Suddenly, Lin Feng sat up in bed. His eyes were wide open, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. His breathing was rapid, as if he had just finished a marathon. The fear and confusion from his dream still lingered in his eyes.

Huang Haibo, Liu Feng, and Nong Ziming heard the noise and gathered around Lin Feng's bed. Huang Haibo rubbed his eyes, a trace of fatigue on his face. Liu Feng yawned, his eyes still hazy with sleep. Nong Ziming looked at Lin Feng with curiosity.

Lin Feng looked at them, his originally nervous expression becoming a little awkward. His face flushed slightly, and there was a hint of evasion in his eyes.

Nong Ziming's eyes flashed with gossip, and with a sly smile on his lips, he asked, "Who is Xin'er?" His voice was soft, but full of curiosity.

Lin Feng glanced at him and replied, "No one." His voice was a little unnatural, and he tried to make his tone sound calm.

Liu Feng smiled and said, "Then why do you keep calling Xin'er?" He raised his eyebrows and stared at Lin Feng, as if trying to find the answer from his expression.

Before Lin Feng could say anything, Huang Haibo said, "Is she your girlfriend?" He had a playful smile on his face and a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

The three of them looked at Lin Feng with ill intent, making him feel a little uncomfortable. He looked at the three of them, then out the window. It was still pitch black, with only the faint glow of a distant street lamp. He said impatiently, "Go away! Why are you here so late at night?" He raised his voice a little, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Liu Feng smiled and said, "It's not that we don't want to sleep, it's that you kept calling Xin'er and woke us up." There was a hint of complaint in his voice, but more of curiosity.

Lin Feng said with some doubt: "Really? Don't talk nonsense." Although he felt a little guilty, he still didn't want to admit it.

Nong Ziming looked at the other two people, then said, "Forget it, let's go back to sleep." After that, the three of them returned to their own beds.

Lin Feng watched their backs, his doubts growing deeper. He didn't know what had happened today. The strange behavior of those strangers, the Star Blade in his dream, and Chen Xin'er's sudden disappearance—all of it was like a fog, shrouding his heart. He sat on the bed, staring out the window at the darkness, lost in thought.

The dawn's light hadn't yet fully penetrated the veil of darkness, and the university campus lay like a sleeping giant, shrouded in a veil of tranquility. In the dormitory, Huang Haibo, Liu Feng, and Nong Ziming were unconsciously lost in sleep, their snoring echoing like low thunder in the cramped space.

Lin Feng slowly awoke amidst the snoring. A hint of fatigue lingered in his eyes, but more so, anticipation for a new day—more precisely, a desire to unravel the mystery within. He shifted gently, trying not to make any sound, like a cautious cat. His movements were gentle, each subtle one carefully considered, fearing to disturb his roommate's sweet dreams.

Lin Feng slowly lifted a corner of the quilt, then gently placed his feet on the floor and put on his slippers. He stood up, and the bed made a very slight creaking sound. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet dormitory, and it made his heart tighten. He stood by the bed, collected himself, and then tiptoed towards the bathroom.

The light in the bathroom was dim, and the cold tile floor chilled his feet. He turned on the faucet, the sound of running water being particularly abrupt in the quiet environment. Lin Feng looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a little messy, and his eyes were bloodshot, the traces of tossing and turning last night. He scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face. The cold water stimulated his skin, making him feel much more awake. He wiped his face with a towel, and the rough texture of the towel brushed against his cheeks, making him feel at ease.

After washing up, Lin Feng quietly opened the dormitory door and walked out. The corridor was empty, and the dim lights flickered in the silence, as if they would go out at any moment. He gently closed the door, and the "click" sound echoed in the silent corridor, making him look back.

The campus was deserted, the streetlights lining the roads still emitting a dim glow. Not a soul was visible on the road, only the rustling of leaves in the breeze. Lin Feng knew that for college students, the morning hours, when they didn't have classes, felt like stolen treasure. Few were willing to abandon their warm beds and rise early. Only those with strict self-discipline, a regular schedule, and strong willpower would appear on campus at this time.

Lin Feng slowly walked toward the track. His steps were gentle, as if he didn't want to shatter the morning's tranquility. When he arrived, the scene gave him a sense of vitality. Although it wasn't crowded, the few running on the track were like vibrant musical notes, dancing across the empty field. Their footsteps echoed rhythmically, as if they were the only melody of the morning.

Beside the track and field stood a large tree, its trunk thick and sturdy, its bark rough and textured. Its lush branches and leaves formed a vast green umbrella, casting a shadowy shadow. Lin Feng approached the tree, his eyes filled with determination, yet also a hint of doubt. He reached the tree and first glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone was paying attention. Then, he slowly sat down cross-legged.