Early morning, 5:57 AM.
Dawn has broken in the east, a purple-red ray of morning sunlight shoots down in the corner of the changing room, brilliant in color but unappreciated.
Zhang Tiesheng handed over a pack of Hecheng Tianxia: "Xiao Lu, want one to perk up?"
Lu Cheng isn't used to this, but he is incredibly tired now, and his shift isn't over yet.
Lu Cheng just took one and tossed it into his mouth, crunching it down. The strange thing inside the betel nut almost made Lu Cheng's tongue feel "stimulated" to the point of breaking.
Lu Cheng's face instantly turned red, and the sleepiness faded away by at least thirty percent.
"How is it? It really wakes you up, right? The less you know how to chew, the more invigorating it is." Zhang Tiesheng laughed.
Lu Cheng nodded in reply, baring his teeth as he began to chew: "Felt like my throat locked up just now, I almost got sent away."
