A night without words.
The next day.
Three o'clock in the afternoon.
Shen Ye, carrying large and small packages, stood at the entrance of Breath Soil High School.
Zhang Xiaoyi and Guo Yunye came to pick him up.
"Wow, Brother Ye, why did you bring so much stuff?"
The two helped carry items.
"These are specialties from my home. My parents insisted I bring some, and here, these are for you," Shen Ye said.
He handed over two big bags of spicy braised beef to each of them.
"Made at home, the flavor should be pretty good."
"Wow, thanks a lot!"
"Thank you, Brother Ye!"
The three entered the school, talking and laughing.
The dorm arrangement was very humane.
Since there were many vacant rooms, everyone could freely choose one.
However, it was not permitted for one person to have a room to themselves.
This was said to be because someone had once practiced their skill to the point of falling into martial madness and, without anyone nearby, couldn't be saved.
