With a violent jolt, a piercing scream rang in Zheng Qing's ears.
He squinted, using the slight light filtering through his eyelids, trying to discern the blurry figure in his sight.
Short stature, watermelon head.
It was Xiao Xiao.
"What the hell are you doing!" Zheng Qing mumbled, grabbing the blanket around his waist, attempting to cover his head again.
After being caught and conscripted by the campus workforce yesterday, they worked from noon until late into the night. He originally thought he could skip the early morning patrol, only to have the ruthless old supervisor wave his cane and force a group of weary students to follow the normal patrol route for a full circle.
Zheng Qing didn't even know how he got back to the dormitory.
The only impressions left in his mind were the dark forest, the gurgling lake, the incessant buzzing of insects, and his aching, heavy legs and feet.
Even in his dreams, these annoying things did not disappear.
