/Letter from the [NARRATIVE VILLAIN.]/
Oh, hi. Welcome back to U.S.A, didn't expect to see me again?
It's nice to have eyes on your thoughts, knowing you're heard.
Live your lives.
/Follow your dreams?/
To Lingying, waking up for this specific very important event known as the tournament, something that would obviously have catastrophic importance if she failed. Because she kinda didn't like losing.
So, to show how seriously she took this she set 3 alarms to get up instead of one.
First one was to get her consciousness back into this coil, the second was to remind her that she was still conscious, the third one was to get her out of bed to turn it off.
Bhavna of course was already out and gone on a morning run or whatever she did when she was awake at like 6 in the morning? She'd already be there when the thing happened.
An annoying factoid of how staying conscious for about an hour before a fight kept you- her mind skimmed over the rest of the mindful drivel and just thought about eating something and ignoring the idea of how she was shooting herself in the foot, not really. A person usually would feel a great deal of pain and regret from doing it.
Lingying shifted off the undone blankets and sheets that all were sharing the same place on top of the bed, the bed lining in particular should've been put back on around the mattress but hey, she didn't want to yet.
无规矩不成方圆
(Without standards, no boundaries are set.)
Shut up Mencius.
良药苦口。
(Good medicine is hard to swallow.)
Shut up, whoever made this particular. IN PARTICULAR.
Dressed in her uniform, it was uncomfortable in what it represented, like having an expletive on a T-shirt. Oh sure buddy, you're definitely cool.
A bunch of scribbled notebooks were strewn on the floor, she ignored them like always and went straight to the pathetic little kitchen she shared with her roommate.
Last night's meal, shanghai fried noodles, extra spicy with a lot of chicken mixed in. Bhavna got some for breakfast? Good for her and herself. This was why her weirder habits were tolerated and it let her pretend to have a test kitchen.
Lingyin reheated the food watching the oil in the pan crisp up the noodles a bit more than she liked, but hey, it's food that she enjoyed.
民以食为天
(Food is the first priority of the people.)
She really wanted to make something new for breakfast, but opted against it due to the guilt of throwing good food in a bin and watching it leave her life, especially if it had some form of chicken in there.
Hot chili, ginger with a lot of garlic mixed in. Goodness.
Yea. This was good.
Just eating and enjoying pretending she didn't have to get this over with.
A drowning man will clutch a straw.
(溺水的人会紧紧抓住一根吸管)
Shucks.
Lingyin got off her chair, and decided to act upon the world, opening the door that led into it, grabbing the handle and pulling herself into the arena.