When he opened the door to his own room, Han was met with the pleasant sight of a room all for himself. You could forget about camaraderie forming by staying in the same room; privacy was better and more suitable for his situation. He turned to look at sir Leon de Harrington and laughed at his remark, "Thanks, I find it better to ask questions." He stretched an arm tiredly, "Phew. I'm sooo tired after that obstacle exam—I think I'll sleep after this, don't wake me up Timothy."

"...Yeah, I got that, Han." Timothy raised a brow, lugging around his sack.

Sir Leon de Harringtom let out a small sigh, "That's a shame, I would have liked to introduce the two of you more properly to some friends of mine. Despite all of three of us having different curriculums, we're bound to at least share a class or two."

"Thank you for the offer, I hope to take that chance some other time. Maybe when I'm not worn out from the test." Han grinned, before looking at his friend. "What about you, Timothy? Are you tired? It'd be great to start making new friends."

Timothy shook his head, "I'll pass."

He didn't expect that the guy would be reluctant to join Leon all by himself, did the guy really dislike them that much?

"What a pity, but now that two of you are settled down in your dormitories—I'll leave the two of you to handle things from here. Have a good evening!" The young nobleman then strode away from them.

"You missed the chance to socialize." Han glanced at his friend.

Timothy shrugged, "Who'd want to make yourself open to ridicule? He might act all prim and proper but that's probably just a facade."

"...You have a really skewed perception."

His friend snickered and unlocked his room, he waved goodbye. "Nah, just being realistic. I'm not fond of you either, Han. Good night." The door slammed shut after that.

The guy was such a tsundere.

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When Han Jing 'woke up' from his sleep—nobody was home. His mother must have taken his sister to school and then went around to do some errands like grocery shopping or something else. He rubbed his neck, it didn't hurt as bad as when he first fell asleep by unlocking the 'free-reign mode'.

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It hadn't been that long but he was getting way used to the simulation.

He glanced at the window and noticed that it was a little late in the morning. The time difference between here and the simulation was starting to get a little confusing. "Time dilation or something like that?" He knew that some stories had people going into another world and spent years there but returned to their original world without even a minute passing by.

As long as he didn't exactly get shaken by such time differences, it should be fine. Speaking of which, he reached for his phone to check for notifications.

[ Races: Online: Han the [ Human ] is asleep. Take some time off! ]

[ Races: Online: World Time is 18:00 ]

[ Student Notification: Your first class starts tomorrow at 8:00, be prepared! ]

"So that's around thirteen hours where I don't need to be online." Han Jing rubbed his chin, "That means...out of twenty four hours, I get to be online for eleven hours or something. Shouldn't be too bad when I sleep through that time. And the time right now is 10am, so I need to be online at 11pm."

He scratched his head at the schedule. It was a little mouthful to say aloud, but oh well. What was a good thing to do in his spare time? Han Jing chuckled, "I need to find a job." It seemed like a long time since he had been looking for a part-time job but it was only like three days tops?

"I wonder if there's a chance for me to keep earning money while playing the game…" He wondered aloud before deciding to get through morning routines. He took a bath, had a change of his clothes and found the breakfast that his mother had left for him.

This was actually nice, a little quiet time for himself.

Spending time at the game made him feel like he was living two lives, which wasn't bad and all but he still had to live in reality. The simulation was just that, a simulation. "Meanwhile the [ Players ]...are the real ones. So it means that they're like actually existing somewhere in this world or universe. Geez." He bit into the dumpling that his mother must have bought and chewed. "Mind blown."

If anybody had seen him blabbering to himself, he might have found himself at some mental institution.

But speaking aloud helped fill in the silence of the room.

"This stuff should be like… existential truths then." It really was big news, they were talking about Creators' purposes and other [ Races ] but he was still used to the idea of the other [ Players ] being humans like him. Maybe just some avid roleplayers that stay in-character.

As far as he knew though, there wasn't exactly any existing technology that could create such a simulation—so, yeah. He gulped down his dumpling and scarfed a couple more down. Maybe it was due to him using the simulation that he didn't find himself panicking as much as expected himself to do so.

"I've always read conspiracy theories too." He shrugged and stood up from their table. He picked up his dish and brought it to their sink. "Okay, it's time to…" What he really wanted to do was return to bed and lounge around all day, but he also probably needed to go out.

"Maybe I can find a part-time job while I'm out? An old classmate of mine is supposed to be in charge of their family restaurant, maybe he'd accept me as a dishwasher? And one of my seniors works at their own family business too." Han Jing blinked for a moment and rubbed his face as he realized something.

"Why do I know people who have businesses and I can't even hold a real job. Geez."

If only he had one way to raise his own Luck stats in real life too.