For the past few months, this had been Yu Xi's rhythm. He would wake up before dawn, wash up, and immerse himself in training until breakfast.
Afterward, he would return to the simulator, pushing himself through combat drills and psychic calibration exercises until Jian Ci inevitably called him, sometimes five or six times, to come eat lunch.
After lunch, Yu Xi would pore over the files Jian Rui sent. They were tactical briefings, historical records, empire schematics, and psychic theory he had to learn about. Then, after dinner, he would be back in the room, syncing his neural signature and diving into the simulations again.
Jian Rui was rarely around, buried in military operations. Jian Wei was locked in his lab, doing who knows what. That left Jian Ci, his constant companion and distraction.
But Jian Ci barely trained. He spent most of his time in the room downstairs, and when Yu Xi had asked what he spent his time doing, he found that Jian Ci was immersed in a game.
