Jingle bell bell—
When the alarm clock rang, Lin Dong felt like he had just closed his eyes.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"
The crappy thing was shaking like a convulsion on the bedside table, and the screen read 7:30 in the morning. Lin Dong turned over, put the pillow over his head, and huddled into the quilt, like a hibernating bear.
He played games until three in the morning last night.
No, to be precise, I watched the game live until three in the morning. He was too lazy to fight himself and felt tired watching others fight.
"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ding-a-ling--"
