Song Chi lay face down in the bushes, motionless.
Zhou Yan walked over and flipped him onto his back with the tip of his foot.
That impassioned "I will reach the summit" expression was still frozen on Song Chi's face, but one cheek was swollen high, and a trace of blood hung at the corner of his mouth.
Zhou Yan crouched down and checked his breathing, sounding a little resigned. "Still alive. Just thoroughly knocked out."
Xie Changsheng rubbed his temples.
Zhou Yan patted Song Chi's face. "Wake up. Time to go home."
No response.
Black Mountain leaned over, sizing up Song Chi's back with a bear paw. "Want me to give him a slap? Guaranteed to wake him!"
"No, no, no!" Zhou Yan hurriedly stopped him. "Hit him again and something really will go wrong."
He looked at Si Chen, then at Xie Changsheng, and explained somewhat helplessly, "Song Chi... isn't actually a bad person."
"We all know each other pretty well... he just... has this habit."
"What habit?" Black Mountain asked curiously.
The corner of Zhou Yan's mouth twitched. "Well... no matter how big or small the occasion, he always likes to be the last one to arrive."
"What do you mean?" Red Wind walked over too.
"Exactly what it sounds like."
Xie Changsheng picked up the explanation, a touch of amusement in his voice. "At sect tournaments, he waits until everyone else is there before making his 'grand finale' entrance."
"On secret realm expeditions, he always 'happens' to arrive and save the day just when everyone else is about to give out."
"Even for a meal, he waits until all the dishes have been served before 'gracing us with his belated arrival.'"
Zhou Yan nodded. "He loves that feeling of having 'everyone's eyes turn toward him.'"
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