The Reborn Academic Tyrant's Childhood Sweethearts

Wang Xue was lying on the bed, looking at the roof without a ceiling. The clearly visible beams were in Wang Xue's eyes. Wang Xue was confused. Just a moment ago, I was complaining to my colleagues about the unfair treatment in the company and the hard work, but I just lay down on my desk and took a nap. How did it end up like this? Wang Xue looked at the surrounding environment. Although the small bed under her body did not have a mattress, it had two layers of cotton quilts, which were also very soft. But this is obviously something I only had when I was a child. There are also the unpainted walls, which are full of stickers, certificates, and calendars, all of which Wang Xue has not used for many years...