Early the next morning, sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting a slender golden line across the floor.
After breakfast, Xinhai sat at the desk in the living room, turned on his computer, and began planning the training tasks for the coming week.
On the screen was the preliminary plan Xinhai had made the previous night, which he was now refining point by point.
He divided his partners into several tiers according to their strength levels and training needs, then arranged targeted training content based on each partner's characteristics.
Time quietly passed amid the tapping of keys. Outside, the sun gradually climbed higher, creeping from the floor to the edge of the desk.
Just then—
"Knock, knock, knock."
Three crisp knocks sounded at the door, neither hurried nor slow, carrying a certain professional rhythm.
Xinhai's fingers paused over the keyboard. His gaze shifted from the screen to the door, and he instinctively glanced at the time in the bottom-right corner of the computer—9:43 a.m.
It should be a League Express courier. He made his judgment and rose to walk toward the door.
When he opened it, a young man wearing a dark blue League uniform stood outside. The League Express emblem was embroidered on his chest—a Pidgeot soaring with its wings spread, with the words "League Express" beneath it.
"Hello, are you Mr. Xinhai Bai Mu?" The young man's voice was clean and brisk, carrying professional politeness.
"Yes, I am."
"This is your express delivery. Please sign for it." The young man handed over the tablet in his hand.
Xinhai took the tablet, signed his name on the screen, and completed the iris verification as required.
A green "Verification Passed" prompt appeared on the tablet. The young man took it back and lifted a cardboard box from the