"Oh, you're only at the Eighth Awakening..."
"Congratulations."
Listless voices rang out one after another, and then everyone looked away.
Zhao Zicheng sat in a corner, phone in hand, dialing Sun Wen's number over and over. Even though all he ever got was a cold automated tone, he kept trying as if possessed.
"..."
"Did Yu Sheng die?"
Xu Yuanqing looked at everyone and only asked with some suspicion after a long while.
But his words earned him one strange look after another.
"Normally, you'd only be like this if Yu Sheng had died, and he just happens to be absent."
"Hmm..."
"But judging by those looks that say you want to hit me, Yu Sheng isn't dead."
"So those miserable faces..."
"Let me guess..."
"Yu Sheng didn't come, so you're sulking, thinking he's abandoned you?"
"The 140th Cohort isn't complete anymore?"
"Tsk, tsk. Even after all these years, you haven't grown one bit."
Xu Yuanqing looked at them and clicked his tongue twice, speaking with a hint of mockery.
They instinctively raised their heads to look at Xu Yuanqing without saying a word.
"Angry?"
"Feel like I've insulted you?"
"Now, everyone, get up and follow me!"
Xu Yuanqing casually tossed up a cigarette, caught it between his lips, and turned to walk out the door.
They followed silently behind him.
"There, you know her, right?"
"You're pretty close, too. Bai Haitang, your senior, right?"
"I'm sure you know what happened to her cohort better than I do?"
"They all died. She's the only one left."
"Can you see even a trace of uncertainty on her face?"
"Or why don't you go ask her, 'Senior, do you feel like the 139th Cohort isn't complete anymore, like it's no longer a group?'"
"'Are you lonely?'"
"'Would you pull long faces like