Just as the four of them had predicted, the news hit the group chat like a bomb dropped into a quiet pond, blowing all the long-time lurkers out of the woodwork.
Everyone started tagging @Wu Yun, shouting, "Wu Yun is awesome! Wu Yun is the handsomest!"
Instantly, the chat was abuzz with discussions about the location for the dinner party, along with a few foodies sharing their expectations.
Wu Yun, who was in the middle of discussing with Wen Meng which pair of yoga pants was sexier, glanced at the group chat notifications and simply ignored his incessantly vibrating phone.
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The next day, Wu Yun's powerful internal clock woke him up at the same fixed time as always.
Wu Yun put on a pair of shorts, tossed the torn black yoga pants and wet wipes from the floor into the trash, then bagged up the garbage and fitted the can with a new liner before tiptoeing out of the room.
After a morning workout using his home gym equipment, Wu Yun headed into the kitchen.
