The ten-minute break felt like heaven.
Han Yi lay like a corpse,
arms spread,
soul floating somewhere above his body.
Lei Feng sipped water like an old man recovering from war.
Mu Chen leaned back, breathing slowly.
Yue Shanshan stretched like she was getting ready for a morning jog,
not like she had bullied three people today.
Ling Qingxue sat still,
eyes closed,
quiet as falling snow.
The breeze moved softly over them,
cool and gentle,
as if comforting the wounded.
Students whispered everywhere—
"Who's dying next round?"
"I hope it's not me…"
"Ling Qingxue didn't even sweat!"
"Han Yi flew more times than a bird!"
Han Yi groaned,
"…I want to go home."
But Tian Lei stood up,
voice loud and full of energy he clearly stole from everyone else.
"Time's up!
ROUND TWO BEGINS NOW!"
Han Yi's soul returned to his body just so it could panic again.
"No— no no— already?!"
Lei Feng cried,
"Brother, we just sat down!"
Mu Chen massaged his shoulders.
