Time was something that depended on fate.
Sometimes, it felt that it was especially fast, and sometimes, it felt that it was especially slow.
For example, during the enriching process of adding points, Shi Yu felt that time was especially fast.
After adding some points, reading books, and sleeping, Shi Yu felt that he had yet to do anything. In the blink of an eye, it was already the fourth of September.
Shi Yu got up before dawn. After all, he had to catch the morning flight. Ping Cheng was quite far from the Icefield City airport. He could only sacrifice some sleep time.
"Ha…" In the villa, Shi Yu, who was yawning, started to pack his luggage, his eyes sleepy.
When he was done packing, the express car he had reserved was already waiting for him by the side of the road. After getting into the car, Shi Yu narrowed his eyes and took a short rest.
"Handsome, handsome, we're here."
