The morning came quietly.
Lin Yi sat at the edge of his bed in the accommodation block assigned to Jianghe's team, the early light coming through the narrow window at an angle that made the room feel smaller than it was. His left side still ached from the previous day, a persistent reminder that the thirty-ninth floor had meant it when it hit him.
He checked his system panel without getting up.
Total Score: 400 points.
First place. He already knew that. He closed the panel and reached for the water on the table beside him.
A knock came at the door.
He opened it. Wang Hao stood in the hallway looking considerably more rested than he had any right to be after yesterday, holding two cups of something warm and wearing the expression of someone who had prepared what he was going to say and was going to say it whether the other person was fully awake or not.
"Brother Lin," he said, handing over one of the cups. "Can I come in?"
