Henry Clark was a bit dazed. If he were a few years younger, it wouldn’t be surprising to occasionally act a bit childish, but the problem was, he was long past the age of living in fantasies.

Whether it was cultivation, superpowers, or magical transmigration, those things only existed in novels. Reality was boring—there was no heavenly law, only the three fundamental laws of physics.

Henry Clark understood this very clearly. Although he liked reading novels, it was just a way to relax and relieve stress; he would never naively believe in them.

They say what you think about during the day appears in your dreams at night, but since he didn’t believe in it, how could he possibly...

The key was, that dream felt incredibly real.

It was as if he had experienced it himself.

“Gulp.”

Henry Clark swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Without realizing it, he found himself recalling the delicious food from his dream—it really was incredibly tasty.

Then Henry Clark felt a bit embarrassed. Cultivation? How could something like that exist in the world? Besides, even in books, cultivators could all go without food for long periods; he had never seen an immortal who would eat and drink so shamelessly.

But honestly, it did look really delicious...

Since he hadn’t managed to memorize even a single word in half an hour, there was no point in continuing to study. Learning required efficiency. Henry Clark decided to take a break and clear his mind—nothing seemed to be going smoothly today.

...

By evening, his three roommates still hadn’t returned, but they did call Henry Clark, inviting him to pull an all-nighter at the internet café and team up for some gaming—was he in?

Needless to say, the guys’ plan to get close to the cute girls and ask for their numbers had completely failed, so now they wanted to blow off steam by teaming up at the internet café to grind monsters.

As a seasoned homebody, gaming was also a competitive sport that Henry Clark loved. Normally, he wouldn’t mind going wild with his roommates, but considering how off he felt today, he figured he’d probably get played by the monsters instead of the other way around.

If that happened, with his roommates’ penchant for teasing, he wouldn’t have a moment’s peace all semester. At the slightest hint of trouble, they’d drag out this story and roast him in every way imaginable.

Giving them ammunition like that was something Harry Clark would never do, so he simply and decisively declined over the phone, citing not feeling well.

...

That night, with nothing to do, Henry Clark played a couple of mobile games, then opened the campus app to see if there was anything interesting.

The top story was, of course, about the new student orientation. Some campus network reporters had even created a special feature, introducing top scorers and tallying how many new cute girls had enrolled this year.

Henry Clark wasn’t interested in that and kept scrolling. Since the semester had just started, there wasn’t much news, but what was flooding the feed were posts from senior students in their final year, tearfully selling off their belongings—pots, pans, everything from reference books for grad school exams to class notes needed for make-up tests, you name it.

Unfortunately, Henry Clark didn’t need to buy anything; otherwise, the prices here were even cheaper than online shopping sites.

Suddenly, a newly updated news post caught Henry Clark’s attention.

It was a message posted just ten minutes ago, but it had already attracted a ton of attention in a very short time. In terms of popularity, it was no less than the top story.

Did something interesting happen at school, or had someone discovered a ridiculously handsome guy or beautiful girl among the freshmen?

Curious, Henry Clark clicked in.

There were both pictures and text.

“Wait, why does this photo look so familiar?”

Henry Clark’s eyes widened: “Isn’t this the picture of me dozing off in the library this afternoon, dreaming about food and drooling?”

How did someone manage to snap that?

And because of the angle, his sleeping posture looked absolutely terrible. Even with the most powerful beauty filter, there was no saving it.

What was even more embarrassing was that, because he’d dreamed of delicious food while sleeping, he’d drooled all over the place—and the person had captured it in perfect detail.

It’s over. My reputation is ruined!

Henry Clark felt his vision go black.

Meanwhile, the campus network was buzzing with excitement over this post.

Everyone was talking:

Someone gloated, “It’s over, this guy can forget about ever finding a girlfriend.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. At most, he’ll just be single for his whole time at college.”

“Yeah, single for life.”

“Guys, give him a break. It’s only four years of being single in college, right?”

“What if he gets into grad school here?”

“Hmm, then that would really suck.”

Others disagreed: “You can’t say that. Blessings and misfortunes go hand in hand. As the saying goes, there’s someone for everyone. How do you know there isn’t a girl out there who likes this type?”

“That actually makes sense. I have no comeback.”

“Oh, please. Who would like this type? Even the way he sleeps is gross.”

“I don’t think so. He looks like he’s sleeping soundly. Drooling probably means he was dreaming about something delicious.” Someone was actually close to the truth.

But with so many comments, that one quickly got buried, and soon someone else started stirring things up: “I actually think, for this guy, it’s a blessing, not a curse. At the very least, he’s earned a spot on the campus celebrity list.”

“Agreed +1”

“Agreed +2”

“Agreed +3”