Psycho. Ghosts? Whatever. - Chapter 9 - A Coffin in the Dream?

“How much for an Egg Pancake?”

“Depends on what you add. Prices are listed above.”

“Can I skip the potatoes?”

“Of course.”

“Can I skip the eggs?”

“?”

The uncle making pancakes paused, puzzled.

Egg Pancake without eggs?

But adhering to the principle that the customer is king, he continued with a smile:

“Sure.”

“Can I skip the pancake?”

“??”

The uncle paused again, then scrutinized Bai Yuan.

Is this guy here to cause trouble?

He took a deep breath, forced a smile, and said:

“Sure!”

“Can I skip paying?”

“Get lost! Scram!”

“…”

Bai Yuan’s mouth twitched, quickly explaining, “I meant, can you give me a discount?”

“Small business, no bargaining.”

“I’m buying a lot, like wholesale. How about a discount?”

Wholesale… Egg Pancakes?

The uncle was a bit bewildered. Why does this guy talk such nonsense?

In the end, after Bai Yuan’s persistent bargaining, the uncle couldn’t take it anymore. Plus, Bai Yuan was his first customer of the day, so he decided to give a small discount…

“Wholesale for this stuff, really absurd…”

Watching Bai Yuan’s departing figure, the uncle couldn’t help but shake his head, amazed at encountering such an absurd event so early in the morning.

But the fact that Bai Yuan bought ten at once meant he wasn’t losing out.

“Feels good…”

Bai Yuan wolfed down the ten pancakes, barely feeling a bit full.

“Still not enough…”

Bai Yuan patted his stomach, but thinking of his even emptier wallet, he had to let it go.

Soon, Bai Yuan arrived at the gate of Ping’an City No. 5 High School.

The morning sun shone down, students were still chatting and laughing, everything seemed peaceful and calm as usual,

But only Bai Yuan knew,

The world was undergoing a strange change…

“Out of physical sustenance, let’s get some mental nourishment…”

He stepped into the school, muttering to himself, “Maybe reading more will help me forget the hunger.”

“Hey, Bai-Ge, putting on a show as soon as you enter school, huh?”

At that moment, a hand landed on Bai Yuan’s shoulder.

A bespectacled boy looked at Bai Yuan, his face full of smiles.

The boy was Bai Yuan’s close friend, Zhou Han.

“What do you mean putting on a show? This is my true self!”

Bai Yuan bumped his shoulder against Zhou Han, saying, “Han, you’ve been coming to school early lately, working hard, huh? Trying to steal my spot as class first?”

“Dude, you’re last…”

Zhou Han glanced at him, saying, “I don’t think anyone’s vying for your spot.”

“You’ve been second to last for ages, you’re the real threat!”

“…”

The two chatted and laughed as they entered Class 3A.

By this time, everyone else was already seated, engrossed in their morning reading, appearing quite diligent.

Though they were the last and second last, they were actually top students in the class, and looking at the entire grade, they were still quite good, potential candidates for good universities.

Zhou Han took out his textbook, then leaned over, whispering:

“Bai-Ge, there’s something I want to ask you.”

“What is it?”

Seeing Zhou Han’s mysterious demeanor, Bai Yuan couldn’t help but feel a bit curious.

“I’ve been dreaming a lot lately…”

“Hmm?”

Bai Yuan paused, recalling his own dream last night, then said:

“Isn’t that normal? I dream too.”

“The problem is, I’ve been having the same dream for a week, and it’s a nightmare!”

Zhou Han’s eyes showed a hint of unease and fear.

If it was once or twice, or different nightmares, it would be fine, but having the same nightmare repeatedly was indeed a bit unusual.

Bai Yuan looked into Zhou Han’s eyes, noticing the red veins, indicating his sleep hadn’t been good lately.

“Didn’t you learn dream interpretation from Liu Banxian at the Overpass?”

Zhou Han said, “Help me out, will you?”

“Tell me about the dream first.”

Zhou Han’s face turned a bit pale as he began to speak.

“In the dream, there’s nothing but a coffin!”

“A coffin?”

“Yes! Every time, I find myself in an old village house, there’s nothing around, just a coffin, a black coffin carved with all sorts of Evil Ghosts!”

Zhou Han’s voice trembled slightly as he continued:

“And I can’t leave the house, just have to watch over the coffin all night.”

“Did you try to open the coffin lid?”

“I can’t open it, I can’t do anything!”

Zhou Han took a deep breath, looking uneasy as he said, “Do you think this means my death is near?”

“What are you thinking…”

Bai Yuan shook his head, saying, “It’s just a dream, maybe you saw a similar coffin somewhere during the day?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

Zhou Han said firmly, “I’ve never seen a coffin in my life.”

“Do you think I’m haunted by an Evil Ghost?”

“What are you saying?”

Bai Yuan waved his hand, saying, “We should believe in scien…”

His words stopped abruptly, suddenly recalling his recent experiences…

“Uh…”

Bai Yuan changed his tone, saying, “I’ll help you ask Liu Banxian after school.”

“Don’t worry too much, a coffin can also symbolize promotion and wealth, maybe it’s predicting you’ll ace the college entrance exam.”

“That could be possible.”

Zhou Han stroked his chin, believing Bai Yuan’s words.

After all, despite the nightmares, he hadn’t encountered any bad luck in reality.

“Alright, stop thinking about it, class is starting…”

At that moment, the bespectacled middle-aged homeroom teacher walked in.

She looked at the students’ diligent demeanor, nodded in satisfaction, and then spoke slowly:

“Class, we’re about to start the first lesson, let me say a few words.”

“School has just started, maybe some of you haven’t settled in yet, but I hope you don’t dwell on the holidays, look forward!”

“The college entrance exam is less than a year away, it will be a test that decides your fate, I hope you give it your all, not for the school, not for the teachers, but for yourselves!”

“After class, write down your desired university, I’ll compile a list and post it on the classroom bulletin board, so it can constantly remind you.”

The teacher spoke slowly, “As long as you get into college, your future will be bright.”

Everyone nodded, feeling motivated.

After so many years of hard work, no one wanted to falter at the final hurdle.

“Bai Yuan, come out for a moment.”

At that moment, the teacher’s gaze fell on Bai Yuan at the back row, then she left the classroom.

“Me?”

Bai Yuan paused, then casually left his seat.

He’s not afraid of ghosts, let alone the teacher…