Lin Zhouyang was lying on the table with his head covered by his school uniform as if he was sleeping.
Ren Qian kicked him a few times before he finally moved. He pulled away his school uniform and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "What's the matter?"
Ren Qian sized him up.
"F*ck, you didn't sleep all night, did you?"
With his haggard and dispirited appearance, anyone who did not know him would think that he had been beaten up.
Lin Zhouyang looked impatient.
"You woke me up just to ask this?"
Then, as if he was too lazy to say anything else, he turned around to lie down again.
Ren Qian frowned.
A few boys next to him winked at him.
He endured it and swallowed the words in his throat.
A few days ago, he had also been in the Capital, taking part in the maths competition.
