1065 Wasn't This Supposed to Be a Tournament to Find a Bride? How Did It Turn Into a Martial Arts Assembly?

"Get up! All of you, get up! You lazy bastards! We've got something important to do today, so hurry up! Niu Niu and the others are waiting at the school entrance."

It was barely five in the morning, and it was still dark outside. A commotion erupted in the students' dormitory as Ge Bao, the dorm leader, rather roughly shook awake his five groggy roommates. He even pulled their VR helmets off, forcing them to rub their eyes and get out of bed.

Before Cheche could even complain, A-Cha let out a shout:

"Shit! I almost forgot—we're supposed to pick someone up at the airport today! Hurry, hurry! Get up! Little Rich Brother's car is waiting outside."

With that, A-Cha, clad in nothing but boxer shorts, performed a "death-defying aerial drop," grabbing the bunk bed as he flipped down from the upper bunk. He landed steadily, then dashed barefoot into the washroom.

Now the rest of the roommates remembered last night's arrangements, too. Nobody complained as they hurried to get ready.

When they rushed through the darkness to the school entrance, they saw Niu Niu looking thoroughly displeased. Three athletes and four art students were with him, smoking at the intersection. Several luxury coaches were parked nearby, all rented at Little Rich Brother's expense.

As for Little Rich Brother himself, he was still sleeping in his enormous villa.

He'd paid for everything. Did they seriously expect him to get up early, too?

No way.

"Holy shit! Gray? What are you doing here?"

Rubbing his eyes, Cheche spotted the construction worker nearby and exclaimed:

"Weren't you staying in Transia to build houses in the industrial district? Are you coming to the in-person 'tournament to find a bride' event, too?"

"I don't want to be here either. Who doesn't want to sleep