No matter where you are, only knowledge will never betray you.
A student's duty is to never give up on learning, even in death. If one were to be completely resurrected one day, having a diploma would make it much easier to find a job.
That being said.
Relying on stereotypes, Colt subconsciously chose Timothy Drake as the binding partner for the Dream Station.
A unilateral binding, requiring no consent from the other party.
Once the binding is successful, as long as Timothy closes his eyes for more than one minute, deep sleep will automatically take effect, activating the "daydreaming" mode.
When Timothy's sleep duration reaches four hours, Colt can receive the blind box brought back by the Dream Messenger.
A normal person needs eight hours of sleep a day, which theoretically allows them to receive two blind boxes a day.
With the excitement of becoming rich overnight, Colt waited at the Dream Station for a whole day and night, but not only did he fail to get two blind boxes, the progress bar representing Timothy's sleep status never even reached full capacity.
[Sleeping Beauty] actually isn't sleeping.
From yesterday morning until now, 24 hours have passed since the binding time, Timothy has only slept for 30 minutes.
Colt's naps last for an hour.
Timothy didn't sleep, Colt stayed awake with him, watching the progress bar.
When he first bound, Timothy's fatigue level was as high as 71. By nighttime, it had surged to 90. A normal person would have closed their eyes on the spot, but Timothy pushed through, whether from drinking coffee or stimulants, staying at a level of 90 minus 10 all night long. By morning, his fatigue level had reached 95 minus 3, only then did he close his eyes to rest for half an hour, attending the opening ceremony with a fatigue level of 85.
Colt put on the COCH he had hand-crafted through the night, enduring the unpleasant sensation of being stared at by everyone, attended the opening ceremony for the first time.
The bound target cannot be changed; when necessary, he will help Timothy, who is constantly teetering on the edge of sudden death, achieve deep, infant-like sleep.
Timothy Drake was giving a speech on stage.
If the young master of Wayne were to suddenly fall into a deep sleep in public, it would cause the stock price of Wayne Enterprises to fluctuate.
Colt pressed the pills deeper into his pocket and opened his notebook.
Both being eighteen, Timothy's eighteenth year looked more mature and steady than Colt's two eighteenth years.
Timothy was dressed meticulously, from his carefully styled hair that made him look more mature and composed than his actual age, to his slim-fit, custom-tailored three-piece suit, down to the red soles of his leather shoes, as if he were not attending a high school commencement ceremony, but standing at a podium in the United Nations General Assembly Hall.
He leaned both hands on the podium, gazing down with calm eyes, his voice steady and unhurried, gentle yet firm, as if wearing the hypocritical mask of a high-society elite.
It wasn't Colt's prejudice.
Timothy lacked any of the vigorous vitality of a young man; a gentle yet distant smile played on his lips, his ice-blue eyes were filled with vigilance and suspicion.
If one used makeup remover to wash Timothy's face, perhaps one could see thick dark circles under his eyes, as well as the deep-seated exhaustion etched into his forehead.
87↑
Words were written above Timothy's head.
Colt closed his eyes, then opened them again.
87↑
The number at the very top of Timothy's head remained, a deep, purplish red, possessing its own luminous filter and a powerful presence.
Colt looked into his own mental sea.
In a corner of the mental space, the dusty progress bar within the Dream Station lay as still as the dead. The Dream Messenger, a little red bird, rolled on its red belly at the bottom of the progress bar, occasionally fluffing its feathers and popping out air bubbles containing text.
[Fatigue Level: 87↑. Praise my will, for it has kept my eyes from closing.]
It wasn't a hallucination; it was the fatigue level.
The next moment.
87↑67
The number on top of Timothy's head flickered, its color shifting from a deep, purplish red to an orange-red 67.
This time, it wasn't a reduction of 10 from 90, but a direct reduction of 20.
Colt poked the Dream Messenger, the ruffled little bird rolled over: [Fatigue level: 67↑. Without coffee, an Alertness Potion isn't a bad substitute.]
Timothy had only just straightened his tie and sleeves just now; he hadn't had any water or food, so how did he use the Alertness Potion?
Colt still thought that CHOCH was better than an Alertness Potion.
Timothy is asking the principal for leave.
Colt closed his notebook, felt the medicine in his pocket through the fabric, followed Timothy out of the assembly hall.
Timothy avoided the crowds, walking into increasingly remote areas. He bypassed the parking lot entrance and headed toward the sports field where helicopters could land and take off.
The opening ceremony was crowded and chaotic; it wasn't safe to sleep in such a remote area.
Colt thought to himself, following Timothy at a moderate distance.
Timothy stopped, he stopped too.
Timothy looked back, he looked back as well.
A man in a mask climbed out of the cheerleader locker room window.
Colt looked at the masked man, who had just tossed a suspicious backpack into the bushes and was slowly climbing down, then looked at Timothy.
Timothy ducked behind the tree and poked his head out.
Come here.
Timothy mouthed the words.
Do they know each other?
Colt looked at Timothy, then at the man in the mask who had jumped into the bushes.
The sound was too quiet, so the man in the mask didn't hear it; instead, he climbed out of the bushes clutching his backpack, looking left and right as he ran with a limp.
Timothy pulled out a pen, twisted it twice, the ballpoint pen transformed into a slingshot.
Snap!
The man in the mask was struck in the back of his neck by the stone and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Wow, so cool!
Colt marveled silently.
As expected, you can't believe everything you read online.
They say Timothy is smart, handsome, incredibly wealthy, with the only downside being his complete lack of athletic ability. It is said that if he runs too fast, he'll sprain an ankle, he takes at least one month of leave every semester due to injuries from sports like tennis, swimming, or horseback riding.
Who would have thought that the frail Young Master Wayne, who gets kidnapped twice a month on average, could actually hit every single target?
Author's Note:
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The story begins!
The entire story is already written and saved. Three chapters will be released every three days before the official launch, six chapters every six days after the launch. Occasionally, I'll drop double chapters on weekends!
The author loves all heroes; please refrain from comparing heroes disparagingly in the comments.
==Upcoming: 《[Crossover US/UK] Marrying Wayne, Me?》==
Sharprow is a merman. After finally passing the civil service exam for the Heavenly Court, he thought he could live a life of leisure for ten thousand years by relying on his talent for purifying water, but instead, the Heavenly Court sent him to the frontier to develop new lands through an arranged marriage.
His first day in Gotham.
Sharprow lost his phone and suitcase, to make matters worse, he was mistakenly detained by the police. He had no choice but to pull out his marriage certificate with Wayne, move into Wayne Manor ahead of schedule, begin a life of cohabitation where they would see each other constantly.
The second day in Gotham.
Sharprow went out to collect hydrological intelligence on the new territory and discovered that the water in Gotham was cursed; once purified, it would turn into a thick black liquid. To address the symptom, Sharprow dredged up countless pieces of human tissue from the Gotham River, in the process, got to know Gotham's local specialties: bats and birds.
The third day in Gotham.
Angels came knocking, questioning whether they had entered a sham marriage to defraud welfare. In order to preserve their parents' souls, to ensure their divine status was granted without any mishaps, the two of them, with absolutely no chemistry, began pretending to be a newlywed couple! The Wayne family was forced to play the part of a loving, harmonious family!
..
The Nth day in Gotham.
The Wayne family held a fishing competition, but Bruce mistakenly grabbed a fishing rod claimed by the Water God to be "never empty." The first cast hooked the newly escaped Joker; the second cast pulled up a frozen Captain America; the third cast reeled in Brainiac's spaceship..
Some Water God: The Water God and the River God are one and the same; the Milky Way is also a river. So, tell me, did I fail to catch anything?
Sharprow was very satisfied with the marriage. Her husband was kind, handsome, wealthy, with a house full of children—she had gained a lively, large family without any effort! Her fiefdom was a cursed land where the river water was practically a mixture of venom; even taking a bath there would earn her merit!
Beto Man encountered a magical accident and was inexplicably forced into an arranged marriage, which he firmly refused.
What? Getting married comes with a Favorability Appraisal Skill! And the other party even brings their parents' souls as a dowry!
Beto Man: He is definitely getting married!
Chapter 2
Colt approached Timothy, looking closely at the small slingshot hanging from his finger.
Timothy finished sending the message on his phone, confirmed that the security guards were running from a distance, twirled the small slingshot with his index finger, turned to leave.
Colt stared intently at Timothy's hand twirling the slingshot, tracking it from left to right, from front to back.
Guns disguised as pens are not uncommon, but a slingshot disguised as a pen is a rare sight.
In Gotham, getting a gun is easy, but getting an exquisite slingshot like this is difficult. Most importantly, Gotham Academy prohibits bringing guns to school, but it doesn't ban slingshots.
The sports field capable of landing and taking off helicopters was already left behind.
They walked further and further away, arriving at the small grove behind the school.
Timothy stopped, seemingly wanting to say something, when a sound suddenly came from outside the wall.
.. Why is there only alcohol and tobacco?
Red Hood issued a ban, no drugs allowed on campus, we don't want to be beheaded.