Once he saw it wasn't Brother Chen waking them up, Luo Mingyu grew considerably bolder. He threw on his clothes and charged outside.
"Clanging gongs at the crack of dawn! Don't you know this is a sacred Taoist site?! What kind of conduct is all this racket?!" he demanded righteously, only to spot the senior and junior disciples as he stepped over the threshold.
The two culprits each held a gong and mallet, poised to strike again, with no intention of setting an example themselves.
Luo Mingyu instantly felt a headache coming on. He gestured at them. "Aren't we all up already? Stop banging those things! We're guests, at least! That's a dirty trick. Who even taught you that?!"
"Our founding patriarch, of course!" Chenyue planted her hands proudly on her hips. "He founded the school and took in disciples from far and wide."
"And when those disciples first arrived, they struggled to get out of bed. Waking them one by one wasted time and wasn't efficient. So, hey, banging a gong made things much easier!"
Hearing that, Luo Mingyu instinctively glanced toward the guest rooms and saw Xie Chen yawning as he leaned against the doorway.
He thought,
I really need to pay my respects to the founding patriarch's portrait when I get the chance!
And see why his mind worked exactly like Brother Chen's!
The production crew had also been jolted awake by the gongs. They checked the time and found it wasn't even three thirty in the morning.
They immediately began grumbling inwardly. Good grief, this was only the first day! How were we supposed to survive the days ahead?!
We weren't getting enough sleep!
"My junior sister and I are doing this for your own good. If you aren't standing in the morning class hall before