The two of them chatted a bit more, and Zuo Fugui pleaded earnestly with Lu Nanchen, but in the end, he didn't drag him out and left him alone in the dormitory while he went off to play, taking advantage of the fact that it wasn't completely dark yet.
By the time Zuo Fugui had left, it was already eight o'clock. Lu Nanchen sat in his chair, gazing deeply at the pile of books in front of him.
Then he got up, picked up a few books in one hand, and returned to his desk.
Click.
The desk lamp was switched on, filling the room with a warm yellow glow that added a touch of homeliness.
Lu Nanchen placed the syllabus to one side and then, with a serious expression, picked up a romance novel, sitting upright with a straight back as he began to read.
Reading is a remedy for ignorance.
He thought he could learn.
...
On the other side.
It's half past eleven at night in the bar.
