Lin Ye sat at the table, tapping his fingertips on the table unconsciously. The tabletop was greasy and had an old sheen. The air in the dormitory was dull, mixed with the residual smell of instant noodles and the sour smell of his own clothes that hadn't been washed for a week. The countdown to the final exam flashes on the phone screen. That number was like a mocking look, piercing his heart.
