"Restricted Superpower User, Serial Number 1002—'Ji Minghuan', get up quickly and get ready, the mentor has something to convey."
Blinked a few times.
What met the eyes was the unchanging silver-white ceiling and the ever-present surveillance camera.
The harsh cold light poured down like a bug net over a dining table, making it hard to tell if one was the bug or the meal on the table.
Ji Minghuan stared at the surveillance camera for quite a while before slowly looking away.
If the Salvation Society considered redesigning the camera into the shape of a penguin, his morning grumpiness might be halved.
"Kong Youling and Filio will come over soon, get ready," the mentor's gentle voice came through the ceiling broadcast equipment.
"Couldn't you have informed me earlier?" Ji Minghuan frowned as he rose from the bed.
Dragging his skeleton-thin body, he quickly made his way to the entrance.
