Early the next morning, thanks to Yang Sheng's reminder, the students of Fist Class Two got up early and waited outside China Martial Arts University's Martial Arts Training Building.
The other classes had clearly received the news too, though, so besides Cultivation Class Two, students from several other classes stood scattered around the area.
Still, Fist Class Two clearly had an especially warm atmosphere.
Their meal together at the Food Stall had successfully broken the ice, and everyone knew one another a little better now.
Guan Qian had arrived early and taken the initiative to register everyone's information.
She deliberately scanned the boys' group and noticed that Yang Sheng was nowhere to be seen.
She smiled at once and walked over to Meng Zhen. As she had Meng Zhen fill in the registration details, she asked, "Where's Yang Sheng from your dorm?"
After filling in the information, Meng Zhen shook their head. "No idea. When Wenjie and the rest of us got up, he was still asleep in bed."
Guan Qian looked surprised. "It's this late, and he's still sleeping in the dorm? Well, I suppose that makes sense. Not everyone's responsible enough to get up first thing in the morning and check on everyone's participation."
After everything that had happened over the past few days, even if Guan Qian had been an idiot, she would have realized that Yang Sheng had his eye on the class representative position.
By now, Guan Qian regarded Yang Sheng as her biggest rival.
After all, compared with any other potential competitors, Yang Sheng was far more capable and had a closer relationship with Gao Peng.
Now that she had heard Yang Sheng was still sleeping in the dorm, she immediately felt she had the edge when it came to responsibility.
Suddenly, a shout