Zhang Yuanqing groggily opened his eyes. Sunlight streamed through the window, accompanied by a flood of noisy clamor.
The outside was bustling with noise, yet the living room was unusually quiet!
Why am I sleeping on the floor? Zhang Yuanqing stared at the ceiling in confusion for several seconds.
Then he sprang up with a "whoosh." What the hell time is it? There's a match today. Why didn't Grandmother wake me up? Does she not know her beloved grandson is unconscious on the floor?
Zhang Yuanqing lunged for the bedside, grabbed his phone, and jolted in alarm when he saw the time.
It was 8:57 a.m., Saturday.
"Damn it, only two minutes until I enter the instance. It's Saturday today—no wonder Grandmother didn't wake me. She knows I stay up late gaming on weekends."
Zhang Yuanqing tossed aside his phone and bolted out of the room at a hundred-meter sprint, racing through the living room toward the bathroom. Without another word, he pulled out Optimus Prime and let loose.
Ah~ He tipped back his head, wearing an expression that was half agony, half bliss.
He could leave the corpse servant behind, but he absolutely had to use the bathroom. He did not want to make a fool of himself in the arena match because he could not hold his bladder.
Hurry, hurry. Zhang Yuanqing gathered his breath in his lower abdomen and exerted force, rapidly emptying his bladder. Then he spun around and rushed out of the bathroom, returned to his room, grabbed the little medicine bottle from the bedside table, and poured the pills inside into the chest pocket of his pajamas.
He then kicked off his cotton slippers, slipped both feet precisely into the running shoes Aunt had recently bought him, and, without tying the laces, rushed to