After replacing the hat, she looked up saw the stone that had slapped her, and Lin Shao's strangely proud expression as he clung to the window.
Shouldn't he also be locked away in confinement? What is he doing up there?
"Hey, listen. The Academy Competition will start at sun rise!" Lin Shao jumped straight to the matter at hand. "That damned Xin Ziyan, punishing us with seven days. Does he want us to miss the Grand Conference? No way! No way!"
"Wait." Feng Zhiwei called out, her dizziness and confusion preempting her complaints. "Isn't the competition in three days?"
"You've slept for three days!" Lin Shao snorted and laughed. "Pig! Nothing could wake you. Hey, it wasn't easy for me to get out here, are you coming? I still have to beat you in the Academy Competition!"
"How could I be your opponent?" Feng Zhiwei hugged her head. "Spare me, young master."
