"Morning, Professor Fu."
Even though "a day's plan lies in the morning," it's rare for young people to actually live by that.
Having changed into a more casual outfit, as Fu Qian quietly gazed at the morning light outside the window, Miss Liushuang's greeting came very quickly.
These days, for Fu Qian, the experience of resting in peace and quiet had become increasingly scarce.
But after sending the visitors off yesterday, he was still very quick to adapt, quite comfortably enjoying a brief moment of leisure.
The latter half of the night was even surprisingly quiet; Engraving Wisdom didn't act up again, nor did anyone suddenly jump out.
Of course, Fu Qian also didn't deliberately sleep a full eight hours; he still got up very early, playing the role of a good example for the youngsters.
"There'll be food delivered in a bit, want to have breakfast together?"
