The next morning.
Gao Haoran opened his eyes with difficulty and woke up from his sweet dream.
It was as if his body had been hollowed out.
Out of habit, he picked up his phone and looked at the time. His eyes widened.
"Damn! It's past eight?!" Gao Haoran sobered up.
This morning's class was at eight o'clock sharp.
In other words, Gao Haoran was already late for his first class at Jiangnan Martial Arts University.
"This matter…" Gao Haoran was also a little embarrassed.
He still remembered promising Lin Mo yesterday afternoon: How can I be late?
In the end, the slap in the face came too quickly!
"Damn! I have to go to school quickly!" Gao Haoran immediately jumped up from the bed and hurriedly put on his clothes.
