Song Qiancheng! Song Qiancheng! You're still fucking asleep! "
When the explosion broke out in the dormitory, Song Qiancheng was wrapped in a quilt and having a sweet dream. In the dream, he won five million and was thinking about how to spend the money - first buy a box of instant noodles, then buy a new pillow, and put the rest in the bank to earn interest.
With a "bang", the quilt was lifted.
The cold wind of late autumn blew in, and Song Qiancheng shivered without opening his eyes. He reached out and grabbed the quilt twice but couldn't find it. He simply curled up into a shrimp shape and muttered: "Don't make any noise... Sleep for five more minutes..."
"Five you big-headed ghost! Roommate Zhang Wei grabbed his ear and lifted it up, "Look what time it is?" It's two o'clock in the afternoon! What time did you play games last night? "
"It's not too late..." Song Qiancheng counted on his fingers in a daze, "It's only... Four or five o'clock. "
"Isn't it too late to call at four or five o'clock? "Another roommate, Li Haoran, poked his head out of the bed. He was fully dressed, and he was flipping through a book of "Advanced Mathematics" in his hand. "Your kid has to take the make-up exam tomorrow. Are you not panicking at all? "
Song Qiancheng finally opened one eye, glanced at the book in Li Haoran's hand, and closed it again: "Why panic, the make-up exam is not the college entrance examination, the worst is to retake it next semester. "
