"Beep beep..."
At seven in the morning, the whistle sounded punctually.
"Ugh! Curse you, Immortal, for awakening me! Just when I finally had a spring dream and hadn't even gotten there, you had to wake me up." Zhang Longhu sat up dejectedly and then asked, "Song Yun, how did you sleep last night?"
Song Yun also sat up from his bed, his face blurred with sleepiness, "Not bad, just a bit stuffy."
"I also felt strangely stuffy. Looks like it might rain today." Zhang Longhu, with eyes open, peered out through the iron bars on the wall, but he did not notice that they were slightly bent, although it was very subtle.
Today, unlike yesterday, there was no work to do after breakfast; it was free time. Just as Song Yun and Zhang Longhu arrived at the activity area, Brother Centipede appeared, this time accompanied by a very robust man whom Song Yun had heard of—Wild Boar, a major right-hand man under the influence of the pole star.
