By late February, spring's warmth was gradually returning.
Chen Shu received two Feixin messages.
Wang Weixin: Big shot
Wang Weixin: The Martial Body Meet is happening again this semester. They haven't set a date yet, but it'll probably be around the same time as our freshman year. Want to sign up for anything? Oh, I asked around. Since you competed in the external division last time, you automatically qualify to enter it again.
Chen Shu looked at the message and thought for a moment. He decided not to bully anyone in the university division.
He had been far too busy lately.
But he would still enter the Arena Match in the external division.
He probably couldn't get away with skipping it anyway.
The champions of the last two meets hadn't come from Yujing University. The university leaders were bound to feel embarrassed, and even if he didn't sign up, someone would come talk him into it. The meet was also a contest between disciples of the same generation from the various Top-Tier Sects. The Spirit Sect might not say so, but it probably hoped he would put on a good showing. Between national restrictions on Spells and the slower development of Spiritual Cultivation, Spirit Sect disciples hadn't had a moment to shine at the Martial Body Meet in years.
So he started typing—
Chen Shu: Sign me up for the external Arena Match
Wang Weixin: Sure
Wang Weixin: What about the university division?
Chen Shu: I'll skip it
Wang Weixin: Got it
Wang Weixin: You've got this, big shot. We're counting on you
Wang Weixin: /offers the big shot a cigarette
Chen Shu: /offers the big shot tea
After a few more messages, Chen Shu put down his phone and walked out of his room.
Jiang Lai sat quietly on