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"Uh-huh ~ Oh, ha-ha ~ ya-da ~ ya-pa ~ ya-pa ~ ………" (Translation: uh-huh ~ good morning ~ hate ~ don't ~ groan … groan …) In the morning, a female moan with another person's heartbeat broke the silence in the room and spread.
In this small room with only a dozen square meters, it may be more appropriate to describe it as a trash can. Clothes on the ground, leftover lunch boxes and messy books piled up into hills, and the mixed smell was like the legendary miasma, resulting in not even a fly and mosquito.
At this time, a caterpillar-like figure curled up in the quilt and twisted impatiently on the bed. Finally, with its efforts, it stretched out a hand from the bed, grabbed Dongdong screaming at the bedside and threw it out.
"bang! Aha ... Card ... "The alarm clock called Zhenghuan was smashed on the wall and turned into a part. Take a closer look. The corner is already full of alarm clock parts, large and small, and the parts that just fell have added a little height to this pile of alarm clock graves.
Moments later, the figure on the bed sat up and stared blankly at the wall in front of him. He looks no more than 20 years old, and his hands are groping under the quilt. After a while, he took out an improperly pressed cigarette.
"pa! Psst ~ shout ... "The young man lit incense. ...