Two days passed in the blink of an eye.
On the opening day of the Soul Master Tournament, Su Chen rose early for once.
He casually picked up the team uniform Liu Erlong had delivered yesterday and turned it over in his hands a few times.
The pale blue robe's fabric was wonderfully smooth, with "Blue Tyrant Academy" embroidered in gold thread along the lapel. It looked crisp and smart.
Not bad.
Su Chen changed into the uniform, stood before the full-length mirror, and examined himself from left to right.
Looking at his outrageously handsome reflection, Su Chen flicked the loose strands over his forehead with a flourish.
He tried a few more angles.
A look from the left, then a look from the right.
"If this were my previous life, I'd be a top idol trainee with at least one Kun-year of training."
When Su Chen came downstairs, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the others all turned to look at him.
Ning Rongrong was the first to approach, slipping her arm through his with sparkling eyes.
"Brother Chen, you look so handsome today!"
"What?" Su Chen looked down at her. "Am I not handsome every other day?"
"Of course you are!"
Ning Rongrong hurriedly shook her head.
"You're always handsome. It's just that today... you're especially handsome."
Su Chen casually brushed a finger over her nose.
"You know just what to say."
Dugu Yan silently turned her head away.
She was fucking speechless. She hadn't eaten anything this early in the morning, yet she'd already been force-fed a bellyful of lovey-dovey antics.
Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Dugu Yan, and the others had also changed into their team uniforms, each radiating an indescribable charm.
Only Ling'er wore a smaller uniform specially altered for her, its hem reaching just to her