Conflict on the First Day

　　It was day time and the suns.h.i.+ne was bright. I faintly heard the conversation between the two kids beside me as I got to the good part of my dream.

　　Su Xiao said with admiration: "Brother Yan Ling, you rise very early. When I woke up, you had already packed away your blanket and gone out to train."

　　Tang Ye was putting on his robe to be worn when out and faintly replied: "I'm just used to it. The vice-captain wants us to gather at this time, so it's time we head out."

　　"I'm dressed and ready to leave."

　　Tang Ye looked left and right. He frowned and asked: "Where's Brother Ming?"

　　Su Xiao awkwardly replied: "When I came out just before he was snoring in the room, so I think…"

　　"I don't understand how he got recruited."

　　Tang Ye's eyes looked serious as he shook his head and said with a sigh: "I'll go wake him. Brother Xiao Han, please wait a bit."

　　At the time, I was at the part of my dream where I was sharing poetry with Duke Zhou.

　　All of a sudden I heard someone speak to me. "Brother Ming. Brother Ming, it's time to wake up."

　　"No, no… You need to share a poem…"

　　Tang Ye asked with a blank face: "What poem?"

　　I replied in a daze: "Why is the moon full when we must separate?"*

　　Tang Ye responded by said: "Why is the moon round when we must separate? This poem doesn't have a continuation."

　　"There is. The next line is… I know the Pegasus Fist…" Tang Ye pulled my blanket off without any hesitation, grabbed my arm with one arm and yelled: "Enough! If you don't wake up, don't blame me for not being courteous."

　　"f.u.c.k off!"

　　I just waved my hand with about twenty percent of my full power. My palm hit Tang Ye's chest. He let out a m.u.f.fed grunt as his body went up into the air and out the window, and before another peep came out of him, he pa.s.sed out… cold.

　　I wasn't yet fully awake so I went back to sleep.

　　I felt someone pat me on my face a while later.

　　I opened my eyes with ease and saw a fair mesmerising face, but the person's hair was done up as a manly bun. The body of said individual looked slender, but it was a pity that the chest region was flat.

　　"Poor evaluation. Poor evaluation…"

　　The girl opened her withered eyes wide and asked: "Poor evaluation of what?"