"Smells so good..." Lin Qiye, who was in pain all over, stumbled out of the training room. When he smelled the fragrance coming from the activity room, his eyes, which were like dead ashes, lit up again.

The corners of Wen Qimo's mouth slightly lifted. "It seems like you didn't escape unscathed from the morning's beating..."

Lin Qiye walked straight to the activity room. Just as he pushed the door open, four pairs of resentful eyes swept over him.

"...Something seems off," Lin Qiye felt that the atmosphere was not right. "What's... going on?"