「The next morning.」
When Chen Yu arrived at the dining hall, Liu Xiang and his coach were already there.
After getting some food and sitting down, Chen Yu noticed Liu Xiang just poking at the food on his plate with a fork, barely taking a bite.
"You have to eat something. You can't compete on an empty stomach," Sun Haiping coaxed gently from the side.
Liu Xiang mumbled an agreement and speared a small piece of fried egg, but he couldn't bring himself to eat any more.
Sun Haiping's brow furrowed in worry, but he didn't know what else to say.
Chen Yu saw all of this.
'It might not just be his mood affecting his appetite. The food might genuinely not suit his palate, or just be plain awful.'
'My talk with him last night should have been helpful.'
'With the buff from my communication skills, plus a Silver Level psychological therapy effect, it had to have done something.'
After a moment of thought, Chen Yu stood up and said, "Wait here."
Chen Yu walked straight to the kitchen.
