Song Hongye pushed the door open but couldn't, so she pounded on it, "Come out quickly, are you constipated!"

Ye Qingqing frowned slightly. Sun Yurong had been inside for at least half an hour. What was she doing in there?

"Wait a moment!"

Sun Yurong's voice came through, sounding somewhat anxious.

"Hurry up...the lights are about to go out!" Song Hongye urged.

Sun Yurong was so nervous in the bathroom that she was sweating profusely. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slowly gathered into large beads and rolled down.

She stared at the two tubes of ointment in her hand, clenching her teeth tightly, her heart pounding with anxiety.

What should we do?

She had been hesitating for half an hour.

Song Hongye urged her again. Sun Yurong gritted her teeth, her expression hardening. She took a tube of ointment and squeezed it out...

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and Sun Yurong came out, her hands still clenched tightly, but her forehead was covered in sweat.

"Are you grinding grain in there? You're sweating so much?" Song Hongye wasn't completely drunk yet. She noticed that Sun Yurong was acting strangely, but her mind was much slower than usual. Without thinking much about it, she just asked casually.

Sun Yurong's heart beat even faster, and she forced a smile. "I'm not feeling well, I might have low blood sugar."

She lowered her head, quickly returned to her bed, got into bed without even taking off her clothes, drew the curtains, and didn't say another word.

Everyone assumed that she was expressing her dissatisfaction with Ye Qingqing by saying that she had low blood sugar because she hadn't eaten crab. Ye Qingqing thought the same thing and looked down on Sun Yurong even more.

I've never seen Sun Yurong have low blood sugar before, but her blood sugar drops as soon as she eats crab?

Such a childish excuse, not even a ghost would believe it.

Song Hongye grabbed a thermos and pajamas, ready to take a quick shower, when Lü Ziqun squeezed in, carrying both the thermos and pajamas. "Let's shower together, lights out soon!"

"OK!"

Song Hongye readily agreed, saying, "We're all women, what's there to be shy about!"

Ye Qingqing smiled and shook her head. The drunk Lü Ziqun was much more mature and adorable than usual. She glanced at her watch; it was already 11:15, and lights out was at 11:30.

"Hurry up, there are only fifteen minutes left before lights out!"

She called out to the bathroom to remind them that the school's lighting technician was very conscientious and turned off the lights on time every night, not a second more or less, right at 11:30.

“I know… Hey… Whose shampoo are you using… You took the wrong one…” Lu Ziqun exclaimed.

Song Hongye muttered, "Who cares whose it is, just wash it first. There's no time to look for me now..."

"You took the wrong one too... and you're blaming me..."

"Ugh... hurry up and wash, otherwise it'll be too dark to wash later... phew... finally it's cool..."

...

All they could hear was the sound of flushing water coming from the bathroom, along with two people muttering incoherently, and no one knew what they were saying.

Less than ten minutes later, the two emerged with wet hair and a damp feeling, frantically grabbing hairdryers to dry their hair, making the most of the last few minutes.

Ye Qingqing and Dong Siyue also went to the bathroom to wash up. The shampoos that were neatly arranged on the shelf were messed up. Ye Qingqing found that her shampoo cap was open, as was Ruan Yingzi's, and she knew that the two of them had used the wrong ones in their haste.

But they didn't take it to heart; it was just shampoo, so what if they used it?

Outside, Lü Ziqun kept stroking her hair, saying to herself with self-admiration, "My hair is so smooth today, smoother than the female celebrities in shampoo commercials on TV..."