132 Final

Actions determine habits, and the biological clock that became habit firmly controlled time, waking the dreaming person at the precise moment.

"Hiss~"

My head hurts.

How much did I drink last night?

Everything still feels dizzy in front of me.

My self-restraint, capable of suppressing hormonal effects, can't control the erosion of alcohol on my body.

Luckily, my physical fitness is genuinely robust, and after shaking my head, the world in front of me started to sharpen.

It seems... no one else has woken up yet.

Hearing the rustling noise close at hand, You, who had been deep in sleep, lifted his head in a daze and opened his eyes. Propping himself up, he sat up half way, his shoulder-length hair falling naturally around him. While rubbing his eyes with his small palms, he asked in a soft, groggy voice, "What are you getting up for?"

As Bai E was putting on his clothes, he paused slightly, "Don't we have morning training?"