Weston slowly got up from the bed, grabbed a handful of his own hair, and instantly recovered.
His dormitory has changed again, from the presidential suite of A-level trainees directly upgraded to an ultra-luxury large room with a 360-degree sky garden for S-level trainees and a double-story viewing platform with a small garden.
It is a bit inappropriate to say that the rooms are a bit inappropriate. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as an air villa. Before the light, the baths in the suites became no.1 surfing pools of the same style. The small garden was covered in silver, and clusters of bright red strawberries were covered by thick snow. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can also see the forest hut with a burning fireplace for hunters in the distance. There is a barbecue grill set up for trainees in advance, so you can have a picnic in a snowstorm at any time.
Then the cats in the room like to add two, joined a pure white puppet brother and a lively short sister, led by their eldest devil, to form a cat family.
Weston slept well and soundly last night, so he got up early this morning.
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