When the alarm clock on my phone rang for the third time, I jumped up from the sofa.
No, not playing, but sitting up. The springs of this shabby sofa have long been broken, and it feels like your waist is broken after lying on it all night.
I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall - ten o'clock in the morning.
The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, making this small, 20-square-meter rental house look like a steamer. The fan above my head whirred, unable to take away any heat. I stood up shirtless and as soon as my feet hit the floor, I kicked an empty beer can.
Gurgling, the can rolled to the corner and hit the takeout box leftover from yesterday.
I bent down to pick it up, and my phone suddenly rang.
A name popped up on the screen - Lin Waner.
I was stunned for two seconds and answered the phone.
"Ye Chen, are you still sleeping?" Her voice still had the same condescending tone, as if she was lecturing a disobedient servant.
