The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

Chapter 11 The Immortals?
Thump thump thump! Thump thump thump! !

The continuous knocking woke Jiang Chuan from his dazed state.

Jiang Chuan walked toward the door, feeling tormented and annoyed, wondering who was knocking.

"Who?"

He pushed open the door and was taken aback when he saw who was standing there.

"It's you?"

Shen Jing said with a grin, "It's me, Brother Chuan."

After he finished speaking, he walked into the house, threw his backpack onto Jiang Chuan's bed, and then sat down in front of the computer and started moving the mouse.

"How did you come?"

Jiang Chuan has a severe temper when he wakes up, and his tone of voice is very stiff at this time.

Shen Jing, however, didn't care at all. He chuckled, then walked to the bedside, opened his schoolbag, and took out a wad of banknotes.

"Here, I'm bringing you money."

Jiang Chuan glanced at the values ​​of the banknotes of different denominations and narrowed his eyes.

"Where did the money come from?"

"Why give it to me?"

Shen Jing was taken aback for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh: "Do you want it or not?"

Jiang Chuan understood Shen Jing's personality; this money must be related to him.

But he couldn't figure out where the money came from, or why it had anything to do with him.

Although I could somewhat guess that it was related to the people from the organization who came to see me this morning, I had always told Shen Jing that I had never had that kind of dream... So what?
However, since the money is offered to us, there's no reason not to accept it.

Jiang Chuan knew very well that Shen Jing wasn't stupid; if he came to deliver money at this time, he must have gotten himself into some trouble.

He took the money from Shen Jing's hand.

Shen Jing's face visibly relaxed a bit, and he said, "I knew you were short of money lately, Brother Chuan."

"These amount to two thousand, which should be enough to tide us over in an emergency."

"You need to have some savings, right?"

While counting the money, Jiang Chuan casually asked, "What did you say to them?"

Shen Jing's eyes darted around, and he waved his hand:

"Hey, what can I say? I don't know anything about it either."

"By the way, what exactly do they want from you, Brother Chuan?"

"Is it someone from that dream survey agency?"

Although Jiang Chuan had a general idea, he didn't have any concrete information yet, and he felt it was best not to bring this up for the time being.

On the one hand, his identity has not yet been further confirmed, and if he says anything now, it may cause trouble later.

On the other hand, Jiang Chuan felt that Shen Jing was definitely hiding something from him.

So he shook his head: "I don't know."

"They just took me to the hospital for a check-up."

"The woman didn't say much."

"correct……"

Jiang Chuan proactively changed the subject:
"I won't be going to the final exam tomorrow. Could you please tell Ms. Liu for me?"

Shen Jing paused for a moment, then nodded: "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you go? That's not like you."

Jiang Chuan said, "I still need to go to the hospital tomorrow."

"The doctor said I might have some kind of brain problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Chuan frowned.

Is he out of his mind? Where did this news come from?
Did you receive this information while you were sleeping this morning?
But... now that I have the information, why can't I remember exactly what happened?
Shen Jing said "Oh" and stood up.

"Then I won't bother you any longer, Brother Chuan."

"Go to sleep."

"I'm leaving now."

As he spoke, he took out a lunchbox from his backpack:
"My mom packed it for you."

"I heard there's an exam tomorrow. My family made braised pork ribs for dinner, so I'll bring you some."

She told you to eat less instant noodles.

"If that doesn't work out, come stay at my place. You're going to be a senior in high school soon, don't overwork yourself."

Jiang Chuan held the lunchbox in his hand, stunned for a moment. It was still warm in his hand, and he felt the same way.

He and Shen Jing had known each other since childhood, growing up together and being so close they were practically inseparable. Although he called Jiang Chuan "Brother Chuan" all the time, he never truly considered Jiang Chuan a brother.

Jiang Chuan would occasionally call out to Jing Ge; the two were like brothers and father and son.

Shen Jing's two elders took good care of Jiang Chuan, especially when Jiang Chuan's parents passed away a few years ago, they helped him a lot.

If Jiang Chuan hadn't insisted on living alone, they would probably already be a family.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Jiang Chuan and Shen Jing are not polite at all.

"Thank you auntie for me."

"I won't bother you."

Shen Jing laughed, then said with a laugh that looked like he was crying, "What are you bothering me for? My mom would love to switch us up."

Jiang Chuan: "Stop talking nonsense and get lost."

Shen Jing didn't say much, picked up his schoolbag and walked out.

As they reached the door, Shen Jing said, "By the way, Brother Chuan, could you give me your birth date and time?"

Jiang Chuan raised an eyebrow: "Birth date and time?"

Shen Jing said, "Yeah, I've honed my fortune-telling skills, and they're pretty accurate."

"My teacher, Li Chunfeng, was the greatest master of the I Ching in the Tang Dynasty."

Jiang Chuan hummed in agreement and said, "Wait a minute, I'll send it to you later."

Shen Jing nodded, then went out and left.

Jiang Chuan was left alone in the room again.

"Birth date and time?"

Jiang Chuan picked up his phone on the bed, preparing to send the birth date and time.

But as soon as I picked up my phone, I didn't open WeChat immediately; instead, I opened Baidu Tieba.

He had a bad feeling about this.

I feel like I lost out by taking this money.

However, after seeing the post on the Qingdao No. 1 Middle School forum, he immediately understood why Shen Jing had made a special trip to deliver money today.

Jiang Chuan mentally marked several question marks on Shen Jing's forehead.

He immediately opened WeChat and sent several messages to Shen Jing:

[Are you fucking crazy? An immortal being?!]

[The reincarnation of Qin Shi Huang? A man who overturned history?]

[Am I even going to go to school anymore? I bet you don't want to live a normal life anymore!]

Shen Jing replied very quickly:

[Ge You lying down]

You were paid.

[And there's really no need to worry about it; there's only one year left in senior year.]

Even if the company dies, it'll only last a year at most, but it might not actually die; they really took it seriously.

[By the way, after the final exams, there will be summer classes, a usual practice before senior year, you know, Chuan-ge.]

Jiang Chuan didn't reply for a moment, feeling speechless.

He wasn't blaming Shen Jing, but he guessed that the kid was probably just making things up to ease his financial burden.

However, even Jiang Chuan himself didn't know what impact this would have.

After all, Shen Jing was unaware that his "dreamless" condition was unique.

He's spouting nonsense; who knows what problems he'll face when he goes to that organization tomorrow?

He'd rather not make this kind of trouble for two thousand yuan.

But now that the die is cast, Jiang Chuan is prepared to deal with whatever comes his way.

He then thought that this might not be such a bad thing.

"If this can influence the institution's judgment, it might be a good thing."

"Immortals?"

"It seems pretty good."

"The title of 'immortal' and 'dream controller' will likely attract considerable attention."

He reopened the forum, ready to see what his classmates were gossiping about.

But when he opened those posts, he saw the following words:
This post has been deleted due to the Baidu Tieba rules and related laws and regulations.

Jiangchuan: "?"

(End of this chapter)