"Rats?"
Lin Qiye frowned slightly. Just as he was about to move, the rat darted into a narrow crack in the corner.
So even a mansion like this got rats...
Lin Qiye shook his head slightly without giving it much thought, then pushed the door open and walked out.
"You're up so early?" Wen Qimo, still sprawled on the sofa, was woken by the sound of the door. He yawned lazily.
"I got used to it at the camp."
Lin Qiye walked downstairs and noticed that Hong Ying's door had already been opened as well. He asked in surprise:
"Where's Sister Hong Ying?"
"She got up even earlier than you. She's practicing with her spear in the backyard." Wen Qimo rolled over and pulled the blanket over his head. "Every one of you gets up earlier than the last. Are you even going to let people sleep... It's only a little past five, for crying out loud."
Lin Qiye: ...
It was not that Lin Qiye liked getting up early. The past half year in the camp had truly made it a habit. Every day, he was dragged out of bed by the whistle before dawn, and there were even times when they were hauled up at two or three in the morning for special training... Being able to sleep straight through until after five was already something to be grateful for.
Lin Qiye lightened his steps and walked into the backyard.
A young girl in white training clothes wielded a long spear, her black ponytail tied high. She moved swiftly through the open courtyard, graceful as a startled swan. The crimson tassel left streaks in the air, while the wind of her spear whistled sharply.
Seemingly noticing Lin Qiye's arrival, Hong Ying floated lightly to the ground, smoothly withdrew