บท 53: Martial Artists Must Fight!

At night.

Since four of them shared the room, Fang Ping did not cultivate the Methods of Honing anymore. Instead, while he was free, he practiced his stance.

When it was time to rest, the four of them pushed the two beds together, making them into one large bed.

It was a rare experience. Fang Ping had done something like this before, but the other three were still high schoolers, so they had yet to experience college dorm life.

That night, Fang Ping did not say much, but the other three spent a lot of time chatting.

…

May 1st. 

They woke up early in the morning, but the atmosphere was already unnaturally nervy.

Outside the rooms, there were students walking up and down the corridors, and teachers knocking on each door, one by one.

"Hurry up and wake up. We gotta gather downstairs!"

"Get your ID and exam docket!"

"Prepare your pills. You can start eating them now!"

"..."