The people above worked quickly. A hundred pairs of underwear was hardly a large order, and by evening, someone had delivered them.
The next day at noon, the group boarded the train and left the capital.
Inside a private sleeper compartment.
Chen Shouyi had gained a great deal from this trip to the capital. Not only had he gained glory, but the shortcoming in his intelligence had also been greatly made up for. In the future, he no longer had to worry about the embarrassment of transforming while stark naked.
Apart from the time he had disgraced himself during the Martial Master assessment.
Of course, Chen Shouyi did not care about any of this at all.
Throughout his life, from childhood onward, he had lost face countless times. He had long since grown numb to it.
For example, after every midterm exam, when his results were made into a chart and posted on the classroom wall, he would always take one glance and absolutely never a second. Then he would quietly leave without going around announcing it or asking his classmates about their scores.
Chen Shouyi carefully folded a copy of Renren Daily and placed it in a compartment of his briefcase.
I wonder if my parents will see it?
Although the article merely praised martial artists for their contributions to the war against the Otherworld Creatures, and only mentioned his and Ye Zong's names as examples, it did not say much about why he had slain a god.
But if his parents saw it, they would still bombard him with questions!
And even if they did not see it, the provincial media would certainly publicize it. They might even already have sent people to interview his family.
"Ugh, I hope Mom and Dad don't let anything slip and spill