The Journey to Fog City

The next day, at ten in the morning!

Rare clear skies over Modu, with the sun hanging high, adding a touch of warmth to the winter.

"Ah, I shouldn't have stayed up so late playing with Si Cong and the others last night. It's all Si Cong's fault. Now my head feels a bit foggy! When I have the chance, I must educate him properly!"

Zhou Chao sat in the garden pavilion, rhythmically rubbing his temples with his left hand, reflecting on his decisions.

Sitting beside him, Lin Wu rolled his eyes silently. If it weren't for him delivering late-night snacks to the entertainment room for Zhou Chao early this morning, he might have believed Zhou Chao's words.

Thinking about Zhou Chao's excited shouts and cheers last night, was this what he meant by not playing games so late?

Catching Lin Wu's somewhat disdainful expression, Zhou Chao paused his hand movements and squinted. "Lin Wu, were you silently mocking me just now?"