After eight o'clock, you'll either be overjoyed and have a happy week, or you'll be dejected and gloomy for seven days.
Because, right after eight on Monday morning, you'll know whether you've successfully booked a private room in the Seventh Dining Hall.
Whether it's joy or sorrow, it all depends on whether your call gets through.
This week is finally coming to an end, hoping that next Monday, I'll be a bit lucky and able to taste Senior Brother Jiang's cooking again!
As these thoughts were swirling in his mind, the phone on the table suddenly buzzed intensely. Zhu Youfeng's heart skipped a beat. He quickly grabbed his phone, looked around, and seeing that none of his classmates noticed him, he secretly sighed in relief and looked down to check the message, realizing it was from Luo Xiaoyu.
He opened the message, and with just a quick glance, he was stunned: "Get on XuanYin! Seventh Dining Hall has posted a new notification, you don't need to call to reserve a room anymore!"
