The alarm clock rang seven times.
Lin Bei stretched out his arm from under the quilt, touched his cell phone, and squinted at it - 8:47.
Shit, late.
He turned over and sat up, put on his shirt haphazardly, grabbed his briefcase and rushed out.
The rental house is on the third floor, and the corridor is full of debris. Lin Bei jumped down the stairs in three steps and two steps without tying his shoelaces.
Today is Monday, and the department head made harsh words last week - if you are late again, your performance will be deducted this month.
Lin Bei rushed to the street, holding half a fried dough stick in his mouth, and cursed vaguely: "Sooner or later, I won't be able to get into this bad class."
As soon as the light turned green, he quickly crossed the zebra crossing.
A blaring horn sounded from behind.
