"Get up—! Get up—! Stay in bed any longer, and the sun will be burning your arse! Stay in bed any longer, and Zhang
"F*ck, didn't I tell you to switch off that ridiculous alarm clock? Why is it switched on again? Tomcat! Did you hear me? Switch off that brain dead clock!" Tang Yue buried his head as he flailed his extended hand. "Tomcat! Tom…"
Tang Yue paused.
He crawled out of his blanket as he sat up. The air was biting cold as it seeped through his thin clothes like a winter morning in a southern city. The noisy alarm clock was still blaring away, urging him to wake up as though Zhang Fei was holding a torch outside the station, prepared to burn it down if Tang Yue didn't get out of bed.
