Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

We are all constantly falling. Many years later, when you meet that person from your memories, fragments of those memories surge in your mind, constantly piecing themselves together. But just as they are about to become complete, that person appears again, fleetingly, like a white horse galloping past. Missed opportunities, mistakes. —A tribute to every unlucky kid.

The two people diving in the deep sea are Ye Jingchen and Yuan Zhinu.

The shimmering, azure-white light spilled down from above, making it look less like the deep sea and more like birds soaring in the sky, if not for the various schools of fish.

Feeling every tiny bone in her body, Genji could easily change the bone structure covered by her skin and muscles, entering a more suitable state for swimming.

However, he did not do that. He simply hovered quietly to Ye Jingchen's right rear, his eyes occasionally glancing at the surprised guy in front of him.

As if sensing Yuan Zhinü's gaze, Ye Jingchen stopped paddling in the water and turned to look at Yuan Zhinü.

"Is this my first time going into the sea with you?" Ye Jingchen asked.

Yuan Zhinv shook her head. "No... but it seems so."

"That seems like a pointless statement," Ye Jingchen said indifferently, then turned his head away, thinking to himself, "Yuan Zhinu is still that coy girl who likes to keep her true feelings to herself and spout nonsense."

Yuan Zhinu tilted her head slightly, gazing at the scene on the sea that resembled a sky. "Back when I was in the Ghost Clan, no one talked to me. Ghosts don't talk. Later I realized that many of us, throughout our lives, are just looking for someone we can talk nonsense with anytime."

Upon hearing these words, Ye Jingchen instantly turned around and gave Yuan Zhinu a deep look. It was quite surprising to hear such words from Yuan Zhinu. She was a performer who could sing opera. If you heard her talk about lovesick men and women, national and family feuds, or lamenting the bleakness of the world, it would seem to fit without feeling out of place.

However, Japanese opera rarely celebrates friendship, though there are many stories like "The Tale of a Ronin and a Courtesan in a South Alley Tavern".

"Your words don't sound like something out of 'No Longer Human.' Have you been watching a lot of heartwarming anime with a little bit of courage lately?" Ye Jingchen said calmly to Yuan Zhinv with a curious look in his eyes, although his words wouldn't penetrate the waterproof glass cover to reach Yuan Zhinv's ears.

Hearing Ye Jingchen's voice in her earphones, Yuan Zhinu shook her head. "I don't watch cartoons. Recently, I did read a book written by a Japanese Nobel Prize-winning writer. I felt that the emotions he wrote were very delicate. It gave people the feeling that a drop of melting water was slowly flowing down an icicle in a snowy place. You could almost see the sound of that drop of water sliding to the ground."

"Synesthesia technique? I never expected you to use such an expression," Ye Jingchen's eyes widened in surprise. He was quite taken aback that Yuan Zhinu could say such a thing.

The Japanese were most deeply influenced by the Tang Dynasty culture. During the glorious era of Tang poetry, they also followed suit and created many haiku, a type of classical Japanese short poem, which also incorporated a lot of Buddhist philosophical thought.

"The literal meaning of 'connecting the senses'?" Yuan Zhinu asked curiously. The word "synesthesia" that Ye Jingchen mentioned did not exist in the Japanese language. What he heard was the meaning of "connecting the senses".

"I suppose so," Ye Jingchen said softly, a sentence suddenly coming to mind: "Some words are just born there, it's just that you happened to say them."

Like Genjiro, he didn't even know what synesthesia was, but by chance, he used this way of expression.

The miserable state of the Blue-Faced Beast vividly appeared before Ye Jingchen's eyes. He recalled a sentence from a novel he had hidden under his desk during an evening self-study session in high school.

"Perhaps it is because they do not know dreams that wanderers chase after illusions."

Ye Jingchen read it aloud, his eyes narrowing slightly. Like many others, he automatically unlocked this novel as soon as he entered high school. Before high school, during his junior high and elementary school years, he had seen some classmates reading this novel.

After reading books like "Charles II" and "Ten Thousand Leagues Under the Sea," I had nothing else to read, so I borrowed this novel from a classmate.

The classmates all said it was good, but Ye Jingchen didn't think so, because he couldn't understand it. He felt that the words weren't very easy to understand, and some of them were rather vague.

Raising battle flags, the dark torrent of rain, birthday cakes as the tombstone of youth, and so on... These words seem to sound cool and cringeworthy, but in Ye Jingchen's eyes at that time, they were not as cool as terms like Invincible Tyrannosaurus Warrior and Storm Nebula Rift.

But during that evening self-study session, Ye Jingchen's opinion changed instantly. He happened to see a novel with a black cover and only two words in a corner where his classmates had piled up their test papers.

Looking at the author's name again, Ye Jingchen often heard classmates say in high school that this author was a seller of razor blades. Although he had never been razored, he still flipped through the first chapter and jokingly echoed what others said, "From afar, it looks like a dog, but up close, oh, it turns out to be a blue-faced beast that likes to stab people!"

Then I suddenly realized that this was something I had never thought of before, and there was no such thing as piling up obscure characters to make sentences or showing off how many characters I knew.

These words, written between the lines, are all familiar to me, yet when pieced together, they evoke such a feeling, as if they were tailor-made for me.

"Coming on the storm, there's no need to hide... just crush them with absolute violence!"

"This is exactly like me!" Ye Jingchen was utterly astonished when he saw these words.

Until I saw this sentence: "Perhaps it is because they do not know dreams that wanderers chase after illusions."

He kept chewing, even lost in thought, until his homeroom teacher walked up to him, slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang, "Bang!"

Ye Jingchen was startled and looked up to see a guy whose combat power was at least tens of thousands of times greater than his own standing in front of him.

Prestige value: 99

Combat power: 66

Skills: Death Stare, Buddha's Palm, Roasted Chestnuts...

The homeroom teacher, a Chinese language teacher, spread her hand in front of Ye Jingchen and said, "Show it!"

"I wasn't using my phone." Ye Jingchen looked up with a puzzled expression.

The homeroom teacher smiled slyly, "You've already confessed without being asked. Did I say you were playing on your phone?"

“This book isn’t mine,” Ye Jingchen said, taking the novel out and placing it in the teacher’s hand. “Don’t confiscate it.”

"You're quite loyal." The homeroom teacher glanced at Ye Jingchen, looked at the novel in his hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then stopped talking.

He seemed to have fallen into deep thought... In the end, he didn't even close the book, and casually placed it on Ye Jingchen's desk.

“I’ve read his book. He’s a talented young man from Peking University. Although he majored in chemistry and didn’t switch to Chinese literature, his writing is outstanding. Just because I’m not accepting your book doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods.”

"There's a line in it that goes, 'Perhaps for some unknown reason, wanderers chase after illusions.' Take this line and write an essay for me. You need to give it to me during the third evening study session."

I didn't understand the deeper meaning of that sentence, only that it was probably said by a female ninja named Shude or something, but I couldn't care less about that now. "Never mind, let's just force a coordinate system by combining words and start writing!"

The first paragraph of the essay reads: "Perhaps it's because I don't know the reason for my dreams, but those who wander aimlessly always like to chase after some intangible, fantastical shadows. My life as a human being has been the same; those things that are hard to explain, I couldn't express in words before, and now I can't say them sincerely..."

Seeing Ye Jingchen standing there in a daze, Yuan Zhinu slowly paddled to his right and patted him on the shoulder. "Ye Sang, what's wrong?"

Ye Jingchen snapped out of his daze and blinked. "Nothing."

"That's good," Yuan Zhinu nodded, then turned her head and pointed to the sea, to the colorful coral reef area, where a huge creature stood. "Ye Sang, look, what's that!"

A thin line with a hook and bait was dangling in front of the half-dragon whale, and even more unexpectedly, the whale took the bait!

As the fishing line was reeled in, bubbles kept rising around the whale, which was initially estimated to be a sub-dragon species, and the whale quickly rose to the surface!

"Not good, our fleet is up there! Follow them!" Ye Jingchen's eyes widened as he tried to activate the alchemical matrix in his left eye in the seawater. A flash of red light appeared in his left eye, instantly transforming it into a black vortex that distorted space...