Seeing the results of the match, Chen Yu felt like an old monk in meditation, neither sad nor happy.
This time, he had truly burned himself out.
Old Black wasn't scary, Cao Zhen wasn't scary, but Shuiyue was genuinely a little terrifying.
As expected of a top-tier veteran Dream Maker. He had skill, knew how to manipulate public opinion, and could even use gossip at the end to draw everyone's attention. Truly terrifying.
His various methods blended the conventional and unconventional, making the confrontation quite thrilling, but Chen Yu had still learned quite a bit from it.
He lay on the table to rest for a while, then painfully raised his head and found that everyone else was also exhausted, slumped over their workstations.
The atmosphere was much like the aftermath of an all-nighter in his previous life: the air was filled with the smell of sweat, and Dream Makers of every gender were sprawled or lying around in utter dejection, completely unconcerned with whether they looked presentable.
Sun Lei and Shen Lang were curled up in their chairs. Even Foundation Establishment experts had exhausted all their strength by the end and had no desire to move at all.
He felt as if hundreds of Ma Daqiangs were whispering in his head, their utterly mindless voices making him drowsy.
He desperately wanted to throw himself down somewhere and curl up in a place with no one around.
As long as someone gave him a blanket right now, he could sleep very comfortably.
Just as he was thinking that, he felt a warm body press against him. Wrapped in a blanket like a kitten, Wang Chuyun nestled against his side.
The blanket was warm and soft, and Chu Yun was soft and warm. Together, they brought a dreamy, languid sensation.
Leaning