Chapter 659 (1/2)

Chapter 659: Rules of the Dream World

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

Apparently, the Dream World had accepted all the losers in the Soul Battlefield, as no one in this world found it strange seeing their various hair colors and different facial features.

For example, Roland himself had long gray hair, light gray eyes and a straight nose with a high nose bridge, which would attract all the attention when he walked in the streets of the community where he had lived in modern times.

However, in this world, all these strange looking people lived just like the common ones. On their way to catch buses, young men were rushing about with their newspapers and briefcases under their arms, while chewing deep-fried dough sticks. Elderly people gathered in twos and threes on the open space in front of the apartment building. Some were moving their limbs and doing their morning exercises. Some laid out Chinese chess boards, ready to play with their friends.

The chirping of cicadas, the city noises and the sounds of morning reading, babies crying and hucksters shouting were all wafted to his ears by the morning breeze, creating a characteristic symphony of the tube-shaped apartment building.

Roland cherished the scene which was full of life.

Right at this moment, a woman running along the lane was getting near to him.

Seeing this woman, Roland nearly dropped his chopsticks involuntarily. To his great surprise, she was Garcia Wimbledon.

She tied her hair up and wore light sportswear, baring her white thighs and hanging a towel around her neck. Her sweat had soaked her collar and pinpricks of sweat covered her arms. She must have been running for quite a long time.

He was more surprised seeing all the people in the lane fixing their eyes on her and some even whistling at her. These people looked so excited as if they were looking at a star.

However, Garcia did not give a fig to the crowd. She continued running through the lane as fast as the wind and disappeared into the corridor entrance of the apartment building.

“That’s Garcia!” someone in the rice noodle restaurant exclaimed.

“Now you believe what I told you. If you get up early, you’ll get the chance to see her. As long as the weather is good, she’ll run for an hour here.”

“It’s the first time for me to meet a TV star.”

“She looks much better than on TV.”

“Oh yeah, Garcia will have an important match very soon.”

“I’ll support her anyway. I hope that she’ll win the final.”

“Of course, she will. She’s such a genius!”

Everybody was talking about her, leaving Roland dumbfounded. He wondered why all the residents here were so familiar with Garcia and what the match they were talking about was. He thought, “is she a rising sports star or something?”

To confirm his guess, he took out his wallet after drinking all the remaining soup in his bowl and asked the owner when he came over to clean the table, “what was going on? Is that woman famous?”

The owner looked at him in disbelief, saying, “you’re not living here, right? Who in this Tongzi Street doesn’t know Miss Garcia?”

Hearing this, he became even more curious and said to the owner, “I’ve just moved in recently. What does she do?”

“She’s a martial fighter!”

“Pfft.” Roland nearly spat in the owner’s face. “Ahem… what?”

“Come on, go to watch TV by yourself. She’s the most famous person in this area, and it’s because of her that we can continue to live here.”

“Why?”

The owner pointed somewhere behind Roland and said, “look there.”

He turned around and noticed something he had missed when he had come here. On the wall opposite to this restaurant, there was a big word saying “Removal”.