After being bothered by Chen Yu three times, Jiang Mian's overwhelming drowsiness vanished instantly.
"Stop filming, stop filming, I'm getting up, I'm getting up right now."
As expected, sleeping in late is something only his soul can enjoy; his body simply doesn't deserve it!
After Jiang Mian got up and got out of bed, Chen Yu dutifully went to call Feng Jun.
After a long while, a lifeless voice came from behind the bed curtains: "Don't make a sound, I'm mourning my lost love."
Jiang Mian: "..."
Chen Yu: "..."
"What love are you talking about! Old Tao's class is at 8 a.m. today. If you dare skip class, you'll fail the course and you won't get your diploma!?"
Reminded by Chen Yu's blunt reminder, Feng Jun immediately scrambled down from the bed curtains.
That speed was incredible!
At this moment, what does frustration or love matter?
They all have to step aside!
See?
Chen Yu gestured to Jiang Mian with her eyes, indicating that she would rather believe in ghosts than believe Feng Jun's words.
The love he spoke of vanished like smoke, disappearing within seconds, like a fart.
The three hurried downstairs, hoping to buy breakfast at the cafeteria while they still had time.
But when I passed by a girls' dormitory, it seemed like something had happened downstairs, as a small circle of people had gathered there.
Jiang Mian was hungry and only thought about her meat buns, paying no attention to anything else.
Chen Yu suddenly spoke up: "Hey? Isn't that Zhou Ziyu who played against Lao He yesterday?"
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