Wuthering Eight Movements
Translator: Transn
This route, from the locker to the arena, Lou Cheng had already walked twice. He could imagine the surroundings with his eyes closed. The crowd that grew continuously, the shadows that stacked continuously, the trumpets that children played and lights that lit the gloomy winter day, the cameras set up at every corner. And, in the midst of this chaos was the limestone stage, representing the honor and glory of the fighters.
No number one for academics, no number two for the fighters, not convinced yet? Let's fight it out!
As Lou Cheng climbed the stone steps, images of what he did after waking up from his morning nap, replayed in his mind:
Accommodation was only booked till today, and he would make his way home at 8 tonight;
The front desk called, reminding him to check out by noon and gently telling him that there were no more available rooms for him to extend his stay;