Rebirth is fine, but I get eight hundred dollars right from the start?

The next morning, when Zhao Yicheng opened his eyes, the room was pitch black.

The dormitory curtains were thin, and only a sliver of streetlights from outside the base shone through, making the room look dusty and gloomy.

"What time is it?"

He reached for the Nokia on the bedside table and glanced at it—it was 5:47.

This is the time he usually spends going to school and getting up early in the morning to cook for his mother.

No, that's not right. I'm already at the training base, so I don't need to get up so early.

"Sleep a little longer!"

Zhao Yicheng thought for a moment, since the meeting time was around ten o'clock, he figured he could get up around nine o'clock by taking into account the time for washing up and eating breakfast.

He glanced at his two roommates sleeping soundly across from him, shook his head, and pulled the blanket over himself again.

Three hours later.

When Zhao Yicheng woke up again, he quietly got up, went to the bathroom to wash up, put on the gray T-shirt from yesterday, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while.

Luo Yu slept like a log, wrapped tightly in the blanket with only the back of his head sticking out. His snoring was neither too loud nor too soft, and the rhythm was even.

Li Ye wasn't in much better shape; he lay curled up on his side, still clutching his phone in his hand.

Zhao Yicheng didn't rush to call them. He first put everything in the cabinet back in order, straightened the bed, and then sat down at his desk to look through the training manuals that had been given to each of them after the group was dismissed yesterday.

The manual wasn't thick, just over ten pages, and it contained the daily schedule, training arrangements, and assessment rules. He read it page by page, very slowly.

When the clock struck a little past nine, he got up, walked to Luo Yu's bedside, and patted the blanket, saying, "Get up."

Luo Yu grunted, rolled over, and pulled the blanket over his head: "Don't make a sound... it's still early..."

It's nine o'clock.

"What's wrong with nine o'clock? Professional players don't get up at nine..." Luo Yu's voice was muffled under the covers, "I didn't fall asleep until after two last night..."

Zhao Yicheng didn't argue with him and turned to look at Li Ye.

Li Ye opened his eyes, propping himself up on his arms as he sat up. His hair was sticking up like a bird's nest. He squinted at his phone, paused for two seconds, and then jumped up as if he'd been electrocuted: "Nine o'clock? Holy crap, what time does breakfast end?"

"The manual says before 9:40."

"What are you waiting for!" Li Ye kicked Luo Yu's bed leg. "Get up, get up, let's eat!"

Luo Yu reluctantly sat up, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, his eyes not even fully open: "What's the rush... Don't esports players only train in the afternoon? They have free time in the morning..."

"It says in the handbook that there's a schedule for the morning. And HWG's training always starts in the morning." Zhao Yicheng handed him the training clothes. "Don't be late for the first day."

Luo Yu grumbled as he took the clothes, reluctantly putting them on while muttering, "I'm really fed up. Shouldn't professional gamers sleep until they naturally wake up and then play until the early hours of the morning? What's the difference between this and going to school..."

Just as Luo Yu was muttering to himself, the room signal for "Next Stop, Pro!" on the Huya Live homepage had already been successfully connected.

[Wuhu, brothers, look what a treasure I've found!]

[They're already broadcasting at just past nine? These young people are up so early?]

[Isn't it said that esports players are all night owls, training at night and sleeping until noon in the morning?]

[It seems that HWG has different training times and specific requirements.]

[Okay, okay, that's not the lifestyle of the underworld, I'll give it a good review!]

[As expected, it was my brother Cheng who woke up first. Looks like yesterday's discussion has come to a conclusion.]

What was yesterday's topic?

[AD's family background is a problem, but judging from his appearance, a kid who can get up early on weekends doesn't seem to be faking it.]

The three of them finished washing up and went out; the corridor was quiet.

As Zhao Yicheng passed by 307, he glanced at it; the door was closed, and there was no sound from inside.

Further along, the dorm rooms next to 308 were also quiet, with some of the lights not even on under the doors.

Upon seeing this, Luo Yu immediately perked up, shrugging, "See! I told you! Nobody else is up yet! Why are we up so early? Let's go back to sleep a bit more, and go down at ten o'clock—"

Before the words were even finished, the door to room 307 clicked open.

Fang Han walked out, dressed in a black tracksuit, his hair neatly styled, but in stark contrast, he was carrying a thermos.

Qin Yijie followed behind, his short hair still damp with water droplets, and a towel draped over his shoulder, as if he had just taken a shower.

Behind them, Luo Yu's eyes widened. It was TheShy, Jiang Chenglu, ranked twenty-fourth. He was tall and thin, with a blank expression on his face, following behind the two of them, clutching a plastic bag containing some trash.

Wait, this person is actually in the same dorm as the first and second place winners?

As a jungler himself, Luo Yu would naturally pay more attention to this competitor who had a higher priority in the rankings.

The six people bumped into each other in the corridor.

Fang Han glanced at the three of them and smiled brightly: "Oh, good morning."

Qin Yijie hummed in response, which was considered a greeting.

Jiang Chenglu didn't speak, but nodded slightly, his gaze lingering on Zhao Yicheng for a moment before shifting away.

Luo Yu's mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Li Ye muttered quietly beside him, "Didn't you say no one was getting up?"

"I...how should I know..."

Luo Yu's face flushed slightly, and his voice trailed off, "I thought they also..."

Zhao Yicheng had already started walking forward: "Let's go, to the cafeteria."

The six people went downstairs one after the other.

The lights were on in the cafeteria, and steam was rising from the breakfast window. In addition to the usual fried dough sticks and steamed buns, there was also a pot of white porridge on the side.

Of course, you can also ask your aunt to cook you a bowl of noodles.

As soon as Luo Yu saw the food, he immediately forgot his earlier embarrassment, grabbed the plate, and rushed over.

Li Ye followed behind, taking two steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and a plate of pickled vegetables.

Zhao Yicheng didn't eat much; he ate an egg, a steamed bun, and a bowl of soy milk, finishing everything clean.

Fang Han and Qin Yijie each carried a large bowl of noodles with minced meat sauce.

"승록너도이걸한번시도해봐, 정말맛있어."

After taking his seat, Qin Yijie called out to Jiang Chenglu, who was sitting next to him.

"Okay, sis... Jack..."

"Are you two Korean?"

Luo Yu was somewhat surprised.

"Wait a minute, if they're all Koreans, why is TheShy speaking Chinese?"

Fang Han, standing to the side, chuckled. "Cheng Lu is, but Lao Qin isn't. He studied in South Korea for two years!"

"Studying in South Korea...for two years?"

Li Ye realized what was happening and looked at Qin Yijie, who was clearly much younger than her, her pupils widening slightly. "How old are you?"

"Hehe, eighteen years old? But I graduated high school at sixteen!"

"Awesome..."

"Hehe, what am I? Old Fang is the real genius. He was admitted to university at the age of fifteen and has already finished his studies."

Qin Yijie revealed this.

Fang Han rolled his eyes at the other person, "I'm not as good as you. You can date several girlfriends at the same time in Korea and still not have any problems."