My sister is Luna

"Hey, Jing!" Cain, who had just emerged from the dream, greeted the tall woman not far away.

Just as he expected, Jing's willpower was the strongest among the participating students. She was almost unaffected by the dream and avoided all temptations. If it weren't for his participation in the competition, Jing would have had a very high chance of becoming the champion.

This is a deep blue space, surrounded by square buildings. The Dream in the Ring takes place here, and twenty meters in front of the two is the gate to reality. They can even hear the faint sounds of a lively audience outside the gate. The first person to walk out of the gate will become the champion.

“Teacher Cain.” Jing turned around calmly and nodded to Cain.

"Let's settle this battle here, and the victor will walk out of here in glory." The fragments of the magic mirror behind Jing formed a purple longsword, pointing directly at Cain, as she coldly stated.

When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave shall prevail. Since we have already met here, let us determine the victor. This symbolizes that only one person is allowed to pass through the gate of victory.

Although Cain was powerful and stronger than her, Jing was not afraid at all. She possessed a magic mirror that could reflect people's hearts and confront their desires. It even had mysteries that she did not know, and this was her reliance.

“As you wish.” Cain nodded, his face serious, a sign of respect for his opponent. He gripped his longsword, his eyes fixed on the mirror, searching for her weakness.

The two men were locked in an unspoken battle of wills, their tensions rising as if a fight would break out at any moment.

"despair!"

Just then, another voice broke the solemn atmosphere.

"That's right, I am the number one genius in the universe, Yao Yao."

Behind Jing stood Yao, who spoke somewhat shyly. His hands were loosely clenched around something, his eyes were closed, and he was clearly still immersed in a dream. His lips were constantly twitching upwards, as if he was having a pleasant dream.

Jing glanced coldly at Yao, then ignored him and continued to confront Cain.

"As for my talents, well..." Yao said to himself.

"Genius!" He turned around and raised his finger.

"Genius!" He turned around again, one hand clenched loosely, the other open, as if welcoming the cheers of his enthusiastic fans.

"Still a genius!" Yao looked in the direction of the mirror again, closed his eyes, and said with a smug look on his face.

"Mirror's face was indifferent, but the veins on his forehead bulged."

This good-for-nothing younger brother is always like this, indulging in unrealistic fantasies and dreams every day. Does he want to be a useless person for the rest of his life?

When will her parents be able to rest in peace? She felt deeply disappointed in Yao, and her attitude towards him might become even colder in the future.

"Hmph, hahahahahahaha..." As if he had heard some praise in his dream again, Yao walked to Jing's side, put his hands on his hips, laughed loudly, and his tail was sticking up in the air.

"Why don't we go outside and compete, Jing? Otherwise, we might hurt Yao and wake him from his sweet dream," Cain said to Jing after glancing at Yao.

After Yao's meddling, he lost all interest in fighting again. Jing must feel the same way. With such a troublesome, immature younger brother like Yao, she, as the older sister, must be exhausted.

Thinking of this, Cain couldn't help but look at Jing with pity.

“Okay, he’s too much of an eyesore.” Jing nodded in agreement.

The glass sword in her hand separated into fragments of the magic mirror, which flew back behind her.

Without even glancing at Yao, she and Cain stepped forward at the same time and walked towards the gate.

Now the gate to victory has become an ordinary gate, because Yao's farce has lost all meaning; it's just a gate that anyone can come and go as they please.

"Mirror!" As if suddenly awakened from a dream, Yao shouted to the gradually departing Mirror.

He ran, trying to catch her, but his foot slipped and he fell. When he got up again, he seemed to have fallen into another dream and reached out in another direction.

"Oh dear, I've entered a dream..." Cain stopped, blinked in confusion, and looked at Yao, the meaning of which was self-evident.

He knew that Jing wouldn't ignore Yao's current disheveled state. As blood relatives, even though they complained, they still loved each other. Jing couldn't possibly let Yao's only family member stay here, trapped in a dream. He understood Yao's feelings deeply, except for the first one who complained. So Cain was giving her a way out, even if it was done somewhat awkwardly.

"A hopeless case!"

Seemingly unable to bear seeing Yao's situation any longer, Jing frowned, cursed, and jumped up. The magic mirror followed closely behind like a snake, and with a bang, she shattered Yao's dream.

Jing grabbed Yao by the back of his collar and dragged him and Cain toward the gate.

"elder sister!"

Yao opened his hazy eyes wide and shouted at the fragments of his dream. The sister in his dream was getting further and further away from him, and the sister he longed for had disappeared.

"This is..." Then, as if waking from a dream, Yao's eyes were filled with tears, and he suddenly realized what was happening.

"My foolish brother, your dream is over, it's time to get out..."

……

"They're out!" Meng Ya shouted.

He turned around and found that the crowd had suddenly become lively.

"Senior Zhuge!"

"Senior Zhuge! Give me your autograph!"

The audience surrounded a handsome young man with blue hair, cheering him with admiration.

The Jixia Academy opened its doors and invited some well-known celebrities to watch the competition, and this young man was one of them.

That was Zhuge Liang, the most famous genius of Jixia Academy and an enduring idol of the academy. Today, he received an invitation and, unusually, put aside his work to return to his alma mater to watch the Guixu Dream Performance. Looking at the sea of ​​people surrounding him, Zhuge Liang couldn't help but sigh that his popularity was still booming, which was truly a headache.

"So it's Senior Zhuge Liang..." Sun Bin said somewhat sullenly.

"Hey, I got all excited for nothing. Why isn't Yao showing up yet?" Zhang Taixian slapped his forehead, somewhat annoyed.

It's been so long and it still hasn't come out; it's making me incredibly anxious.

"No wonder the finals are the noisiest time of year in the entire academy." Seeing this scene, Master Lu Ban understood.

"That person looks lost," Sun Bin said, pointing to a swordsman below the stage with some concern.

The weathered, middle-aged swordsman with black hair had a sword and a knife hanging at his waist. He crossed his arms and looked around, seemingly lost in thought.

"The Japanese swordsman, Miyamoto Musashi, is a master swordsman, revered as the Sword Saint. He is known for his superb swordsmanship and his ability to get lost, but to actually get lost at the Jixia Academy is a truly powerful and strange ability," Master Lu Ban said, pushing up his glasses.

According to the information he obtained, the black-haired swordsman was indeed "Miyamoto Musashi", but his behavior seemed a bit strange. He didn't seem lost or confused, but rather like he was looking for something.

"So many celebrities have come!" Sun Bin said, blinking his big eyes as he looked around.

"With so many people watching, this guy better not embarrass himself," Meng Ya said, looking at the lively crowd.

"Thankfully... his idol isn't here."

Seemingly recalling Yao's expression that seemed to say, "As long as you praise Li Bai, we're practically brothers," Meng Ya broke out in a cold sweat.

"Excuse me." At that moment, a drunken cloaked figure passed by Meng Ya from behind, reeking of alcohol.

"That guy just now reeked of alcohol... How come the school lets homeless people in? Is there no one guarding the gate? Has everyone come to watch the game?"

Meng Ya glanced at the cloaked figure swaying past him, and covered his nose in disgust, somewhat puzzled.

"So many old acquaintances..." Master Lu Ban said with some emotion as he looked at the familiar faces.

……