In the early morning, before the sun rose, the sky was only slightly bright, and three different snoring sounds came from the room.
Suddenly, the person outside the door shouted loudly. "Three slackers, are you not up already? What day is today?"
"We are sick——" Came a sleepy voice from a bedroom, which seemed a little lazy.
"Today's trial match has started, everyone got up early, and you are still sleeping in?" The man outside the door was not angry, but his voice was a little louder. However, his voice was extremely feminine, the voice was almost the same louder and smaller, and it had no deterrent effect on the ears.
It had been a week now. Joey was healed after staying in the academy hospital for a day after being injured in the battle with Dantes.
Today was the first day of the trials.
"Okay, got it—" came an impatient voice from the room.
However, the doors of the other two bedrooms opened suddenly, and two boys in bright clothes walked out.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!