This old man has been getting more and more annoying lately! He won't even let me take a nap!
Doesn't he know that in this time-accelerated virtual world, I need to ensure ten hours of sleep every day, or my brain gets easily exhausted!
Oh, right, he doesn't know.
Never mind then.
During lunch break, Yang Ming sat under the parasol, sipping a cold drink, crossing his legs, watching the bald uncle energetically shouting ahead, and he stretched lazily, lying on the table to catch a little nap.
Levi Badoli's carefully planned classroom recruitment drive for the club members ended in awkward smiles from the students, declaring bankruptcy.
Not giving up, Uncle Badoli dragged the two of them to set up a stall on the paths between the training ground and the dormitory.
The uncle's voice wafted slowly from the front:
"Hey there, do you want to know the truth of the universe?"
"Do you want to gaze out at the distant stars?"
