The photographer also chased after them, carrying his camera.
Luo Shimiao carried two suitcases and walked straight to the last room.
Hao Yun used one hand to open the door.
The wooden door creaked open as a pale white hand pushed it open.
The interior layout came into view for the two of them.
The room wasn't big; the bathroom was to the right of the entrance.
Two 1.3-meter beds were placed in the middle, with white quilts folded into neat squares and placed in the center of the beds.
Opposite the bed is a light wood-colored wardrobe.
A rectangular table and chair were placed next to the window.
Outside the window was a small balcony, and under the eaves lay a bamboo pole about the thickness of a wrist, clearly used for hanging clothes.
Hao Yun sat down on the first bed and leaned back: "Small but perfectly formed."
Luo Shimiao naturally walked to the bed by the window and sat down. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a piece of paper pasted on the wall, with three large, bold characters that stood out.
He slowly read it aloud: "Timetable?"
"What timetable?" Hao Yun asked.
She got out of bed and went closer to look: "It's our daily schedule."
"Let me see." After seeing it clearly, her eyes widened suddenly, and she waved to the photographer beside her: "You have to get a close-up!"
[I have to get up at 5:30 in the morning! I was originally thinking of trying it out, but this wake-up time completely deterred me.]
At first glance, the word "sit" is all I can think of.
Just looking at this chart has made my legs go numb.
Can Luo Shimiao, who's as restless as a monkey, really sit still?
[We'll find out tomorrow. I hope her manager gets more variety shows she doesn't like in the future. I'm a weirdo; I just love seeing her 'suffer.']
After writing down tomorrow's lessons, Luo Shimiao lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling and said, "Sister Hao Yun, whether I can get up tomorrow morning depends on you."
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