The next morning, Shen Yuan woke up to find two little things snuggled up by his blankets.
The heavy rain had fallen all night.
Even now, the sky was only just beginning to lighten.
Ordinarily, it would have been completely bright by now.
Shen Yuan got out of bed, and after washing up, he glanced at the class's DingTalk group.
Great. Old Zhou hadn't posted anything in the group about canceling classes.
This meant he could still be edified by knowledge today!
How wonderful!
As if!
'Fuck! We still have to go to school in a downpour like this! Are third-years even human?! I ask you, are third-years human?! Dammit!'
After his string of curses, Shen Yuan sent Li Zhi a voice call on WeChat.
Unlike a guy like Shen Yuan, Li Zhi's WeChat ringtone was just the default one, nothing fancy.
Once the call connected, Young Master Li's voice quickly came from the other end of the phone.
"What do you want?"
"Is Uncle Li up yet?"
