The next day.
Sunlight streamed in through the window.
Fang Qingyu jumped up out of bed like a carp leaping.
His body was in such an energetic state every day that there was no thought of lying in.
He picked up his backpack and headed to the Martial Arts Hall.
"Qingzi~!"
As soon as he arrived at the entrance, Qi Hao shouted from the side.
"You're here so early?"
Fang Qingyu glanced at the time.
Just 7:30.
"Ahem, I've got some great news to tell you."
Qi Hao pulled Fang Qingyu over to sit on a nearby chair.
"Are you expecting?"
Fang Qingyu suspiciously glanced at his belly.
"?"
"No, idiot!"
Qi Hao laughed and cursed at the sight, then returned to seriousness.
"I've joined the Elite Class."
"That's great, congratulations."
Fang Qingyu knew how long he'd been stuck in the regular class.
He remembered hearing in freshman year that Qi Hao was an official student at a Martial Arts Hall.
He was stuck for three years.
