C55 The Analysis of the Dream

Liu Feng bolted upright in bed, still shouting at the top of his lungs.

"I'm not a jerk!"

A sheen of cold sweat coated his face.

It was his own yelling that had roused him from sleep.

It had all been just a dream.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Liu Feng gradually calmed down from the dream's vivid scenes.

Tears welled up—how could he have such a chaotic dream? Clearly