That night, none of the four slept.
A row of cheap malt liquor bottles lined the table.
For the first time, the small dorm room was free from the grinding noise of wrenches and the sound of thunderous snores.
A strange silence filled the air.
They talked about who they were three years ago.
About the soaring ambition they felt when they first stepped into East Sea Martial Arts University.
And about getting chewed out at the maintenance depot.
The bittersweet mix of hardship and ecstasy when they received their first meager Contribution Points.
Pang Hu's dream was simple.
He wanted to become a Martial Artist who could afford Tier Two Demon Beast Flesh for every meal.
Xiaoli, on the other hand, wanted to open his own repair shop on the edge of the Inner City.
So he would never have to answer to anyone again.
Zhou Wen adjusted his glasses.
His goal was to get into the School of Comprehensive Management.
