I'm a sophomore in college, what the heck is this "male god cultivation system"?

Chapter 33 A Dream of Nanke

The next day, at seven in the morning.

Chen Yan rubbed his eyes and got out of bed, somewhat bewildered.

Previously, thanks to the skill "Efficient Sleep," he only needed three hours to fully wake up. However, yesterday he clearly went to bed at 10:30, but woke up at 7:00.

As for why...

Chen Yan looked down at his underwear...

"Last night must have been... Was I really that repressed?" Chen Yan rubbed his temples, his mood quite complicated. For a moment, he didn't know whether to be grateful that he had won the lottery on his first time playing online games in dreams, or to blame himself for his lack of restraint in his dreams.

"Phew." Chen Yan shook his head, shaking off these chaotic thoughts, then quickly walked into the bathroom, threw his pajamas and underwear into the tub, and then quickly took a cold shower.

While showering, he was also curious about who the woman he had pulled into his dream last night was. He had never seen her in reality, so why did he unconsciously pull her into his dream?

As he thought about it, Chen Yan subconsciously recalled the perfect experience he had last night.

'There's nothing I can do, my body is too strong at twenty.' Chen Yan thought to himself as he lowered the water temperature slightly, trying to calm himself down with cool water.

……

the other side.

When Wenya woke up, she frowned, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

She felt completely soaked, and her nightgown clung tightly to her body. For a moment, she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or...

'How could I have such a dream?' Wenya pursed her lips, glanced at her husband lying beside her with some guilt, let out a soft breath, and got out of bed as quietly as possible.

When she turned her head again, she could clearly see the exact marks where she had been lying.

'It was just a dream, is it really that big of a deal?' Wenya was slightly shocked by herself, then hurriedly walked towards the bathroom.

As soon as she stepped into the bathroom, she couldn't wait to take off her nightgown and underwear. After all, the feeling of wet clothes sticking to her body was definitely not pleasant; and for someone with her figure, it was more like torture than anything else.

Although she is already thirty-five years old, perhaps due to her exceptional talent, her figure is still quite perfect, with almost no excess fat on her body.

She has firm breasts, a slender waist, and plump, long legs.

Any man who could see this scene would be driven mad. Unfortunately, the only person Wenya wanted to drive her mad was already powerless to do so.

After gently exhaling a breath of stale air, Wenya lifted the switch, and warm water flowed slowly from the showerhead, gradually wiping away the smell from her body.

Perhaps it was because the warm water was so comforting that Wenya unconsciously emptied her mind, letting her thoughts wander.

Then the first thing that came to her mind was that handsome, gentle boy.

'She looks so gentle, how come she can be so strong and fierce when she moves?'

Wenya unconsciously began to recall her dream.

"Something's wrong." At the last moment, Wen Ya suddenly opened her eyes, her face full of panic. She took a few deep breaths before she managed to calm herself down. Then she hurriedly dried herself with a towel, dressed, and quickly walked out of the bathroom.

……

Most people experience a gradual decrease in sleep duration as they age.

Zheng Feng feels he is still very young, but it is undeniable that his sleep time has indeed decreased significantly in recent years.

When I was young, I could sleep for eight or nine hours straight, but in the last two years I've been going to bed at two or three in the morning and waking up at six or seven, averaging only four or five hours of sleep a day.

However, as soon as he woke up, he felt something was strange around him, and there seemed to be a faint scent beside him.

Zheng Feng reached out and touched it.

"Did Aya sweat last night?" Zheng Feng looked at the air conditioner with some doubt.

The air conditioner was set to 23 degrees Celsius, blowing out cool air with a "whoosh," making the whole room quite cool. It's impossible for a normal person to sweat in such an environment.

Although he was a little puzzled, Zheng Feng didn't think too much about it. He stretched and got out of bed.

Upon opening the door, the first thing he saw was Wenya tidying up her documents.

A white shirt paired with a pencil skirt accentuated her perfect upper body curves, while her long legs were encased in black stockings, making her look dignified and elegant.

"I'm going to the training institution later." Wen Ya pointed to the oatmeal on the table and said gently, "I made you a cup of oatmeal. You can go out and get something to eat later. I have to go now."

Although the monthly rent alone would be enough to support Zheng Feng's family, Wen Ya still persisted in her work.

After graduating from university, she and some friends opened a vocal training institution.

Over the years, while the organization may not have developed exceptionally well, it has operated without any major issues and consistently generates substantial profits and dividends each year.

"Okay, drive slowly." Zheng Feng walked to the table, picked up his cup, and drank the cereal in one gulp.

Before leaving, Wenya glanced at her husband with some concern, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "My colleague recently recommended a good traditional Chinese medicine doctor to me. How about we go together this Saturday..."

Before Wen Ya could finish speaking, Zheng Feng interrupted, "I'm fine. I just stayed up too late recently. I'll be fine after a period of rest."

Wenya could tell that her husband was being stubborn, but she didn't say much. She just said softly, "Okay, then don't stay up late for a while. Get some rest."

"I know." Zheng Feng nodded, then added, "By the way, I have a few friends who said they want to come to Hangzhou to develop their careers. We haven't seen each other in a long time, so we agreed to play mahjong tonight. I'll try to come back as soon as possible."

"Which friends?" Wenya asked instinctively.

"Hi, these are some friends from my hometown. They came to our wedding, but you probably don't remember them. Don't worry, I'll just have a little get-together with them; it won't be too late."

"Okay, just take care of yourself." Wenya nodded, glanced at the time, and said, "I'm going to work now, bye-bye."

"Bye-Bye."

(End of this chapter)