Days passed, one by one, with competition, rest, and cultivation comprising Meng Yu's life.
Every single day.
Alone.
Outside, even the most hardworking and diligent high school students were playing with friends, or sweating their youth away at wild parties through the night, making new friends.
It was what they deserved, especially when they had no parents or anyone else watching over them.
As for him, even Little Swallow's visits amounted to less than half an hour of stepping out for some cold drinks and delicacies, after which he'd say, "I need to cultivate, goodbye."
"Fool."
The audience outside noticed Meng Yu's actions over these past few days, with voices claiming that the guy had something wrong with his brain.
No matter how hard you work, you've been in prison for over half a year. Now that you're out for the competition, don't you know to take a break? Sharpening your weapon just before battle every day, what's the point?
