In late October, the autumn atmosphere became increasingly apparent, with cold winds rustling. Le Yu, pale and slender, wore a deep black suit today and a wool scarf. He pushed open the large conference room door on the third floor of the Guards Department, and the seated teachers immediately paid attention to him.
"Good morning, Teacher Qin."
"Teacher Qin, is your health better?"
"Teacher Qin, you should take plenty of rest."
"Teacher Qin..."
Le Yu politely greeted the teachers and coughed weakly a couple of times: "Thank you all for your concern, I'm fine, I just depleted my spirit during the last battle, and I haven't been sleeping well lately... cough, cough..."
If Shi Wen heard this, he'd probably be furious, as Le Yu had been using him like a rhythm master these past two days, especially after acquiring a "Spirit Condensing Pill" from him, proceeding to enjoy a refined sleep at the school's Medical Bureau that night.
