**Chapter 750: 50. Letter from Outside the Dream**
Holding the increasingly shrunken Renee in his arms, as if they had never embraced before and were still just friends, Fisher felt at ease, especially after just experiencing the danger of almost being swallowed by a dream.
“F-Fisher-sensei? You haven’t even looked at the letter I handed you, how can you just…”
Fisher took a breath and stepped back, looking at the red-faced Renee and feeling that this version of her was quite cute.
If Renee hadn’t had the ability to phase out and avoid things at will, perhaps they wouldn’t have had to pull back and forth for so long, and could have expressed their feelings sooner.
“No need to look, Renee. The things you want to say, I might already understand, or maybe you’ve already told me before and just forgot now.”
“I-I… said that?”
At this moment, hearing his words, Renee opened her mouth, her expression becoming confused as she seemed to genuinely try to recall when she had said such words; of course, even if she racked her brain, she probably wouldn’t be able to remember any related details from Jasmine’s dream.
Fisher didn’t remind her; his eyes wandered to the calendar on his desk. He still remembered the date when he first arrived here, and looking again, he noticed that weeks had passed by unknowingly.
During these weeks, there had been no news from Hela, and Fisher had been caught up in Jasmine’s dream, almost immersed in playing the role of Fisher-sensei.
Fisher frowned, quickly realizing that the dream was capable of engulfing him to an extent that could surpass the protection of the “nothingness” within him.
He looked down at his fingers, and in a daze, it seemed like faint strands of crimson mist were being expelled from his fingertips, as if something existed within him that the crimson mist couldn’t consume. Yet, even so, that rich crimson mist seemed to be staining the soul wrapped in its nature, leading to an oblivion of everything outside.
But in the blink of an eye, the swirling crimson mist in his hand appeared to completely vanish, replaced by a brightness resembling the morning light.
Fisher turned his head to look out the office window, and in the distance among the towering buildings, a red sun had already risen, penetrating the air that had been silent all night.
Underneath the spreading sunlight, the slightly dirty glass of the office suddenly emitted a creaking sound, as if shaken by a gentle breeze.
Fisher turned his gaze, surprised to find that a brief line of text was being written in the air, and it was in the Nali script unique to his place of residence, reading:
【Seize the time】
Looking at that message, Fisher finally understood why the previous dream had shown such a series of fluctuations.
In the dream, the timid and shrunken “defeated dog Renee” suddenly became brave, bringing a confession letter to Fisher’s office; immersed in the dream, Fisher had inadvertently blurted out his previous term of endearment for Renee; Fisher had even vaguely seen the reality of this dream, the crimson mist.
Everything pointed to the fact that the entire dream had experienced violent fluctuations.
Combined with the message communicated through supernatural forces from the dream, the only possible reason could be that outside in Ramastia, Hela and Anebatos were attempting to intervene in the dream itself using divine power.
This also meant that the dream’s internal and external elements were not completely isolated; at least the external deities could communicate information through their intervention with the crimson mist, though it must be extremely difficult; otherwise, such a short line of text wouldn’t have been all that was transmitted.
And with him having been stagnant in the dream for several weeks, the situation outside must not be optimistic.
“…”
He no longer had time.
Looking at the message on the windowsill, Fisher was lost in thought, but behind him, Renee saw nothing. She instead shot a strange look at Fisher, who had fallen silent after uttering those misunderstood words, fidgeting with her skirt, and tentatively said, “Fisher-sensei?”
Fisher took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, turned to look at Renee, and said,
“Renee, you should go back first and wait for me to handle everything.”
“Back?” Our Renee student opened her mouth and then turned even redder, gripping her skirt tighter, “Wait a minute, Fisher-sensei! You haven’t explained the meaning of hugging me and saying those things yet… and now you’re suddenly telling me to go back. Are you… are you saying everything that just happened was just a joke?!”
As she spoke, Renee’s eyes couldn’t help but well up with tears as she questioned Fisher, “Fisher-sensei, please clarify this matter! What are your feelings towards me?!”
“…”
Fisher was slightly taken aback, then rubbed his brow and muttered, “If only you could be this candid and straightforward outside of the dream, Renee…”
“Huh? What do you mean outside of the dream? How could I…”
“What are your feelings towards me?”
Fisher thought for a moment, then quickly walked toward Renee. In her astonished gaze, he reached out to cup her flushed face, lifting it up through her disbelief, holding her cheek, and then decisively bending down.
“Smack!”
That familiar kiss landed, and Renee’s eyes went wide, completely frozen in place like a statue, unable to move.
After a long time, their lips separated. Fisher narrowed his eyes, reached up to pat her head, and softly said,
“Do you understand now?”
“…I…”
Renee still remained in that intimate posture with Fisher, not even noticing when he moved away, as if her brain were still stuck a few seconds before.
“Please go back for now, okay, Renee? Wait for me to handle everything.”
“Mm-mm, Fisher-sensei.”
Dazed by the kiss, Renee could hardly distinguish anything; at this moment, whatever Fisher said was what it was.
Easily pacified, Renee walked out of Fisher’s office with a dazed expression, while Fisher, looking at her retreating figure with his arms crossed, couldn’t help but laugh. But as Renee fully disappeared from view, his expression unconsciously turned serious.
That guy Hela hadn’t shown up for several weeks; if according to what she originally said, her purpose was to shatter Jasmine’s sweet dreams, but after so long, there was still no follow-up; either she had also been affected by the dream like him, or she was waiting for something big.
And considering Hela’s disposition…
You really believe she hasn’t done anything in the meantime, or wouldn’t be unwilling to believe that Fisher would remain pure and reformed?
Fisher clicked his tongue, pondered for a moment, and looked at the tall buildings outside. A previously unheard thought suddenly surged to the forefront of his mind.
Does this dream have boundaries?
If this school and city are the core of Jasmine’s dream, what kind of landscape lies beyond this city?
What would happen if he took Jasmine away from this school right now?
Fisher stroked his chin, increasingly feeling that this idea was feasible.
This thought might be somewhat impulsive, but logically, it was absolutely actionable.
First of all, suddenly skipping class and leaving with Jasmine might make her feel uncomfortable, but it wouldn’t contradict her wishes. Besides, it wasn’t forever for the her in the dream; if this action could be framed as a spontaneous trip, it wouldn’t exceed the threshold that Jasmine couldn’t accept.
He couldn’t let Jasmine continue dreaming freely; otherwise, regardless of the situation inside the dream, the outside world wouldn’t be able to hold up much longer.
Moreover, if he were alone with Jasmine, he would have more opportunities to try and open up a breakthrough from her as the dream’s owner.
Secondly, that guy Hela hiding away certainly wasn’t planning anything good; staying away from this school, which was like a whirlpool’s center, would also allow him to distance himself from her.
If he didn’t distance himself from Hela, he’d end up unhappy!
Resolute in his decision, Fisher took a few deep breaths and quickly walked back to his desk to gather some things, wallets and such. He then put on his teacher’s jacket while pondering where to take Jasmine.
Before leaving the office, his peripheral vision caught sight of a map placed on the geography teacher’s desk. He hesitated for a moment but decided to reach out and take that “map of Japan” into his hand.
“Ding ding ding~”
The class bell rang, causing students in Class B, who had previously been chatting back and forth, to collectively hush their voices.
Jasmine pursed her lips, opened her math textbook, and scanned the seemingly obscure formulas above with a frown.
Just as the math teacher stood at the podium, and Jasmine had just picked up her pencil, the classroom door was suddenly flung open, revealing Fisher, holding a map of Japan.
“Fisher-sensei, is there something you need?”
The math teacher’s call pulled Jasmine’s attention back; she froze for a moment, raising her head just in time to see Fisher silently walking to her desk, looking down and asking,
“Jasmine, would you like to go on a trip with me?”
“Huh?”
Jasmine opened her mouth, momentarily not comprehending Fisher’s words. Only when the entire class’s gaze turned towards her did she regain her senses. She blinked in bewilderment but nodded in agreement to Fisher’s request before asking for specific reasons,
“Of course, we could go this weekend; we can discuss it with mom and dad after we get back.”
“Not the weekend; we leave now, right now.”
“Now?”
“Fisher-sensei?”
The math teacher behind her looked increasingly baffled and was about to step forward, but Fisher had already reached out to grasp Jasmine’s hand, staring into her eyes and asking clearly,
“We’re leaving now, anywhere is fine, just the two of us, is that okay, Jasmine?”
“Huh-huh?”
Jasmine’s eyes widened. At this moment, the math teacher had also placed a hand on Fisher’s shoulder, making Jasmine’s gaze shift away bit by bit.
Outside, the sky was stirring silently, as if symbolizing a change in emotions.
“Fisher-sensei, I need to remind you, I still have class. If there’s something, please discuss it with Jasmine after class…”
“Okay, okay.”
Just as the math teacher frowned and began to speak, Jasmine, who was being pulled by Fisher, suddenly spoke up, giving her answer.
This answer didn’t surprise Fisher.
Perhaps he knew before making the request that Jasmine wouldn’t refuse because both she and Asuka were not good at turning down requests; no matter what, they would do their utmost to accommodate Fisher’s requests, even at their own expense.
This time was no exception.
As for the reason? It remained unclear.
But in any case, she would first agree to it.
Upon hearing Jasmine’s response, Fisher displayed an expression of “just as I thought,” but the expression didn’t quite show satisfaction or anticipated joy; rather, it seemed complicated.
Nevertheless, he slightly exerted himself, pulling Jasmine to her feet. With a shake of his shoulder, the math teacher clutching his shoulder lost control of her balance and stumbled backward, crashing into desks and chairs before landing on the ground.
“*Whew, whew, whew~*”
The wind and clouds in the sky stirred even more noticeably, but Jasmine had already stood up, being led by Fisher as they rushed out of the classroom.
The classmates surrounded the teacher, looking astonished at Fisher and Jasmine leaving for the door, with the math teacher even shouting in pain,
“Ouch! I’m telling Jasmine’s parents!! Their daughter is eloping with that Fisher-sensei during class!!”
At the entrance, upon hearing this, Jasmine turned her head back to glance inside the classroom but still followed Fisher as they ran outside.
“*Hehe, hehe, hehe~*”
If you were to ask how Renee felt at that moment?
Of course, she was happy! And more so than ever!
At this moment, in front of the ladies’ restroom, our Renee was humming a song while washing her hands under the faucet.
Clearly, at this moment, Renee’s mood was far from here, soaring high above the clouds; she hadn’t returned to class even after the bell had rung for quite a while.
To be honest, just moments ago, when Fisher-sensei had hugged her, she had even thought of what their children would be named.
Hmm…
What a troubling thought.
As Renee shook the droplets off her hands, she stepped into the hallway, heading towards her classroom.
It was just then that a loud shout suddenly echoed from the nearby Class B, catching Renee’s attention,
“Ouch! I’m telling Jasmine’s parents!! Their daughter is eloping with that Fisher-sensei during class!!”
Eloping?
What eloping?
Renee blinked, unconsciously stopping in her tracks to look into Class B, only to unexpectedly bump into Fisher, bursting out of the classroom.
“Fisher-sen…”
Renee’s expression was about to turn into a smile. Before she could kindly greet him, her expression stiffened slightly, freezing in place.
The reason was simple; she suddenly saw Jasmine being led by Fisher, about to dash out of the classroom together with him.
Fisher’s peripheral vision also caught sight of Renee witnessing this entire scene. He couldn’t help but display an apologetic expression but knew it was impossible to run away with Renee at that moment; otherwise, considering the tumultuous weather outside coupled with Renee, they wouldn’t even make it out of the campus before the entire dream transformed into an extremely dangerous hellscape.
Sorry, Renee, wait for me to come back!
Fisher retracted his gaze, pulling Jasmine along as they grew further away in Renee’s wide-eyed surprise.
Watching Fisher and Jasmine depart, Renee instinctively raised her hand, seemingly wanting to retain them, but before she could say anything, Fisher and Jasmine were already far gone, leaving her standing there like a statue.
But didn’t we just embrace and kiss?
Wasn’t my beautiful romantic life just about to begin?
Hadn’t I just overcome Jasmine?
I am not…
Renee widened her mouth, watching Fisher pull Jasmine outside the classroom, soon disappearing at the end of the corridor, running away from the school without looking back.
And all the students in Class B’s gazes turned towards her, watching as she reached out wanting to hold them back, wanting to say something but could do nothing, standing there stunned as though watching a joke.
Renee’s mouth dropped open, tears welling up in her eyes.
“This kind of thing… I don’t want this kind of thing!!”
With a pitiful expression, she suddenly collapsed onto the ground, unable to accept it, and began to yell in frustration.
*Tread, tread, tread*
At this moment, at the school gate, Fisher and Jasmine were madly sprinting out, quickly passing through the still-open gate and running further outside. They then reached a spot where a taxi was passing and waved for one, opening the door to sit in the backseat.
“Fisher-sensei, taxis are expensive… Where are we going?”
“Just get in.”
“Fine, fine.”
Their intermittent conversation reached the ears of a figure who had just arrived at the door, holding a paper bag.
That figure, wearing a trench coat, turned to look at the street corner, only to see the taxi getting further away, disappearing into the unknown.
Upon closer inspection, the strands of golden hair peeking out from the high collar of the trench coat, along with her angelic facial features, were unmistakable identifiers of her identity.
Watching the gradually departing taxi, Hela, who had disappeared for two weeks and suddenly reappeared at the school gate today, opened her mouth and then smiled gently, softly saying,
“Is it being smart or just luck, my dear?”
*Glub, glub.*
With her gentle voice, the darkness concealed within the paper bag she carried began to stir slowly, exuding an extremely ominous aura.
Hela sighed and lowered her head to look at the paper bag,
“It could have ended today; clearly, it has already affected their minds through the dream, yet they woke up at the last moment?”
“… *Glub, glub.*”
After a moment of silence, the gurgling sound from the bag continued, as if another body within the bag was conversing with her.
“Yes… but no rush; the game will be won by me.”
Observing the taxi leave for an unknown destination, Hela didn’t immediately pursue; instead, she seemed unconcerned as she walked into the school.
However, she hadn’t taken a few steps before seeing a pitiful-looking Renee running toward the school’s entrance.
Seeing Hela made the extent of Renee’s grievance double; tears rushed down her face like a fountain.
“Hela-sensei!! Wuwu! You… you finally came back!”
Hela was slightly taken aback, looking at the pitiful Renee. She gently opened her arms and embraced her rushing figure.
“What’s wrong?”
“Wuwu! Fisher-sensei, he… he… Waaaa! Please help me! Just after hugging and kissing, he was taken away by Jasmine! I don’t want this kind of thing!”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’m here.”
Hela smiled helplessly, patting Renee on the back, patiently and kindly saying so.
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