Being One Minute Late Is Late; Being One Hour Late Is Also Late

Entertainment on the Douluo Continent was scarce. The so-called midnight tales were nowhere near as exciting as modern ghost stories, nor were they as terrifying.

Yet for Huo Yuhao, they were terrifying enough.

He even accepted the five Gold Soul Coins per night room fee and stayed at the inn instead of going out to look for a cheaper lodging.

It seemed he was afraid that something strange might really come hopping out onto the streets at night.

"Bai Ran, let's sleep in the same room."

"You're scared?"

"I just feel bad about the room fee. Five Gold Soul Coins could feed me at the Freshman Cafeteria for months."

"Fine, fine."

Why had Bai Ran never noticed over the past few days that Huo Yuhao was such a coward?

Back in the Great Star Dou Forest, he had dared to face a Ten-Year Wind Baboon with nothing but a dagger.

Yet after listening to one midnight tale, he wrapped himself completely in the thick blanket.

Seeing this, Bai Ran could only sit cross-legged on the bed, close his eyes, and begin meditating.

At the same time, the Mysterious Heaven Technique within his body began circulating slowly.

With Bai Ran's strength, he could already use meditation in place of sleep.

But how could sitting in meditation compare to lying down for a good sleep?

Still, seeing Huo Yuhao using the blanket as protection right now—

Bai Ran was certain that if he tried to crawl in and sleep, Huo Yuhao would definitely wrap him up in the blanket too.

Bai Ran: I don't want to smell all that sweat on Huo Yuhao.

He was so scared that Huo Yuhao had not even showered before curling up inside the blanket.

Besides the smell of sweat, there was also the scent of grilled fish seasoning mixed in.

Huo Yuhao himself did not care, but if Bai Ran were wrapped into that cramped space, he definitely would not be able to stand it.

Come to think of it, ever since they entered the inn, he had not heard Little Seven's voice for quite a while.

Had she gone to sleep early?

That was possible.

Tang Wutong: I can't sleep. I just can't sleep! Haki Bai, you bastard! Listening to such a terrifying story in the middle of the night—you might as well have gone to a brothel.

Bai Ran: If I really went, you'd be unhappy again.

After meditating with his eyes closed for who knew how long, Bai Ran, who had forgotten to keep circulating his technique, suddenly lost consciousness and toppled onto the pillow beside him.

He did not slowly wake up until the next morning, when sunlight streamed in through the window.

"Yuhao, wake up. It's daylight."

After waking up, Bai Ran patted Huo Yuhao, who was bundled into a ball beside him.

Anyone who did not know better might have thought the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm had become a spirit.

The blanket was white, after all, and it really did look somewhat similar.

"Is it daylight already?"

After hearing the midnight tale last night, every time he closed his eyes, Huo Yuhao felt as though something filthy appeared in his mind.

He did not fall asleep until three or four in the morning.

So Huo Yuhao's voice was somewhat slurred now, and he looked completely unrested.

"Yes, it's eight in the morning."

"It's only eight in the morning... What? It's already eight?"

As if recalling something, Huo Yuhao threw off the blanket wrapped around him and leaped straight out of bed.

Then, at the fastest speed of his life, he got dressed, washed up, and finished everything else.

"Yuhao, why are you suddenly in such a hurry?"

"Bai Ran, today is the first day of the new term! The first class starts at eight in the morning, and it's even our homeroom teacher's class!"

From Senior Brother Beibei and Teacher Xiao Ya, Huo Yuhao had already learned that Zhou Yi, the freshman homeroom teacher, was an extremely strict person.

Yet he was late on the very first day of school.

Would Teacher Zhou Yi expel him?

"So?"

"So we're late! Bai Ran, aren't you worried at all?"

Huo Yuhao practically said it while grabbing Bai Ran by the collar.

It was clear just how anxious he was.

For children who had never gone to school, or who had never skipped class after starting school, being late was practically like the sky falling.

But who was Bai Ran?

Back in university in his previous life, let alone being late, there were even times when he simply did not go to class.

And Bai Ran had very extensive experience with being late.

Bai Ran: Look, we're already late anyway. Being one minute late is late, and being one hour late is late. Since that's the case, why not have a proper breakfast first?

"What's there to worry about? It's already eight o'clock, not seven fifty-nine."

If there had been even one minute left before eight, perhaps they could have struggled a little.

But now, even if they rushed into Shrek Academy at the speed of light within ten seconds and found the classroom of First Freshman Class—

With Zhou Yi's harsh "old hag" teaching style, she would definitely say they were late.

In Zhou Yi's eyes, arriving exactly on time also counted as being late. She might even say something like, "Everyone else has arrived, so why are you two the only ones who haven't?"

"Anyway, no matter how late we are, we'll be punished. So let's eat breakfast first, then stroll back.

Any problem with that?"

"Seems like... there's no problem."

For some reason, Huo Yuhao felt that Bai Ran's words made so much sense.

And at that moment, Huo Yuhao was indeed a little hungry.

Huo Yuhao: Skipping breakfast is unhealthy. Eating breakfast and then rushing back to the academy is unhealthy too. Maybe I should listen to Bai Ran?