June 7th.
The weather, clear.
In the early morning, Proluo City had not yet awakened, the red glow of dawn had already shone through the glass windows, casting light on Zhou Ping'an's face.
The cell phone by the pillow was buzzing softly.
Zhou Ping'an woke up completely from a state of half-asleep.
Given his current strength in Qi-blood and mental energy,
Going without sleep for several nights.
It wouldn't affect his work efficiency at all.
However, unless it was something too urgent, under less-than-ideal circumstances, he still preferred to sleep six hours every night.
Falling into sleep was the restoration of the soul, the strengthening of the spirit.
Relaxation and tension, that is the philosophy.
In life, it's all about eating and sleeping. If one were to strip even these basic pleasures, what would be the point of achieving centuries of longevity and staying in this world?
"Brother, I don't want to take the exam anymore."
