The day of the sports festival was finally here. The stands were packed of fans ready to see what was in store this year. People across the world had their TVs set and popcorn made. No one wanted to miss the event. And where was Zihao you may ask? On the floor of the kitchen asleep.He wouldn't be getting paid for attending so why would he even appear? Sleeping on the floor may not have been the best decision but it was better than being forced to train a bunch of kids. A sudden ring from his phone pulled him out of his dream world. With a groan he pushed himself off the floor and reached for his device.
Message from: Rat Shit
Good morning, Mr. L/N!
I have sent you a ticket for today's Sports Festival! I do hope we see you there today so that you can cheer on your students!
Received at 8:45 am
'Not really giving me a chance now are you? Then again when have you ever.' Flipping onto his back he laid with his arms out like a starfish. Slowly gathering the motivation to get up. 'Here we go' and with that he got up and started getting ready.
Settling for a simple black hoodie and sweats the male slipped out the front door, not before flipping off the camera at the doorway on his way out. Blowing out a small amount of smoke the male took a seat and let the disc fly him to his destination. Since the smoke would wear thin after a certain distance, he would slowly add more smoke to the pile, making sure to keep the density even. Last thing he wanted was to fall through, well actually they may not be such a bad idea.
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