Only when his alarm rang the next morning, waking him up, did Yu Qingyu remember the situation he was in. The notification on his phone harshly reminded him that he was supposed to make his way to the gate in two hours, where he was expected to attend an A-class dungeon raid.
'Can I call in sick?'
[…Host, you're not sick.]
'I am!' Yu Qingyu protested. 'My stomach hurts!'
[That's just from nerves.]
Yu Qingyu mumbled under his nose, turning on his side and pulling the blankets over his head.
[Host, it's time to get up. You need to start getting ready, otherwise, you're going to be late.]
No response.
[Liu Wei will be there.]
The blankets flew to the side, kicked off by Yu Qingyu. The man sat on the bed, tousling his hair.
'Are you sure?' he asked, feeling a bit suspicious. 'How do you know that?'
[It was said at yesterday's meeting.]
