After dinner, everyone fell into a deep sleep.
Though today's matches had not been particularly intense, for some reason, they were still exhausted.
Sure enough, school was tiring, work was tiring, and fighting soul battles was even more tiring.
As expected, Lin Yichen did not sleep well again that night.
It was not until noon the next day that Lin Yichen finally got up. The dark circles under his eyes were severe—it seemed he had been quite busy last night.
He sat up in bed and stretched, his bones crackling loudly.
Lin Yichen's gaze fell on the bedside table, where a note lay. The handwriting was soft and rounded.
Hu Liena had written it.
"We went to watch the matches. Go when you wake up. Bye-bye, my little junior brother~
Let me secretly tell you, you did really well yesterday~ But my waist is sore, so give me a massage tonight! Hehehe~"
After reading the note, Lin Yichen rubbed his temples, though the corner of his mouth could not help curling upward.
"This silly girl..."
He folded the note and tucked it into his ring, then leisurely got dressed and pushed open the door.
The blazing noon sun made people irritable, and Lin Yichen's mental state had been rather sluggish these past two days.
He really was not feeling great, but fortunately, his body temperature was naturally a little lower than normal. He was not quite driven mad by the heat.
He yawned and headed toward the Great Soul Arena.
Before he even entered, he heard wave after wave of cheers from inside. It was livelier than when they had competed yesterday.
It seemed home-field advantage had shown itself once again.
The third match of the two-two-three battle was currently underway. Skywater Academy had sent out Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er,