The afternoon was for cultural classes. For martial arts students, cultural grades only accounted for 10%, so studying was relatively easy.
School was over by half-past four.
Martial arts students had little cultural homework, and after school, they played basketball, badminton, or went to internet cafes together.
Only a few exceptional students would go straight home after school to diligently train.
Xu Zhou was one of them, but it wasn't for training—he was in a hurry to go back and feed.
The weather today was nice, with a gentle breeze carrying a hint of autumn's coolness. Many couples were strolling on the streets.
Xu Zhou bought some snacks at a shop; since he wasn't home today and no one was cooking, he had to bring something from outside.
Returning home, Xu Zhou put the purchased fast food into a bowl and went to the bedroom.
His consciousness descended onto the Three Yellow Chicken, and soon Xu Zhou realized he felt a bit repulsed by the fast food.
