The Saturday sun was brilliant, the kind of weather perfect for showing off.
In the kitchen, Gu Chen cracked an egg one-handed into a pan of sizzling oil. It was only as the white began to set that he remembered: today was the Qingmiao Cup’s round of sixteen.
“So much for my rare day off,” Gu Chen sighed. He placed a plate of fried eggs and French toast on the table, then called toward the bedroom.
“Breakfast is ready!”
A faint progress bar
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