In the instructors' quarters, villa No. 8.
MCMAU was indeed quite big. Fang Ping spent the majority of his day running around the school premises.
He knocked on the door of villa No. 8.
After a short wait, Lu Fengrou opened the door and greeted Fang Ping with a yawn.
Fang Ping was actually quite curious about these high ranked martial artists. They all looked so sleepy all the time. Was it due to their busy schedules or the other way around, where they simply had nothing to do.
At the sight of Fang Ping, Lu Fengrou drawled out his words, "You're here quite early. I thought you had reunited with your family?"
"I've come back early to train and work hard so that I won't sully my instructor's reputation!"
"Haha!"
Lu Fengrou did not believe his wheedling for one second. She casually waved her hand in a simple motion and the mug on the coffee table found itself in her hand. She drank from the mug. "Just spit it out."