Yan Jing.
At the crack of dawn, Qian Yuya had already washed up. When she went to the living room and saw Lin Xue and Kui Nianruo preparing breakfast, she went upstairs to the inner room on the second floor and flung off the quilt on the bed. "Time to get up."
Li Ying hugged the stuffed toy in her arms and turned to face the wall, making a series of sleepy whimpers. She was clearly planning to stay in bed.
Qian Yuya walked over and pinched her nose. Before long, she sat up with a loud cry and gasped for breath, staring at Qian Yuya in terror. "S-So scary."
"What's scary?" Qian Yuya asked gently.
"I dreamed a handsome guy pinched my nose while he was kissing me, and I couldn't breathe." Li Ying tilted her head and touched her own nose. "Is my nose really that cute?"
"Hurry up and get up for breakfast. This morning is your favorite Teacher Wei's class. Don't be late."
"Really? We have Teacher Wei's class today? Oh no, oh no! Why am I still eating? I don't even have enough time to put on makeup..."
Yan Jing Royal Academy had no dormitories. Although the Royal Academy included the curricula of both the military and literary academies, it did not provide militarized instruction—only National Studies Military Academy offered fully enclosed military training. That was why so many poor people yearned to enter the military academy: food and lodging were provided.
Students naturally had to travel from home to the academy. Although there were cheap single rooms for students near the academy, the poor still made up the overwhelming majority of this world's population, and this threshold silently filtered out many impoverished students. Still, if you somehow managed to enter the Royal Academy despite