It was another bright morning.
Zhou Li opened his eyes. The entire dormitory was very quiet. He checked the time; it was only seven o'clock.
The blanket was moving.
A soft, warm little thing crawled from his waist to his chest, its four paws tickling him. Then, a small head poked out from under the blanket and quietly asked him—
"Are you awake?"
"Mm."
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Mm."
"Lord Dumpling didn't sleep well."
That's really pitiful…
Zhou Li picked up Tuanzi and placed her aside, pulled back the blanket, sat up, and looked around the dorm room.
He was the first to wake up.
Last night was the first night in Dormitory 502, and it hadn't left Zhou Li with a great impression. He had gone to bed early, but the lights were still on. Chang Xiaoxiang and Chen Yang were talking. Later in the night, Chen Yang snored while Chang Xiaoxiang ground his teeth. The two sounds rose and fell, almost like a concert.
Luckily, he wasn't too picky about his sleeping environment.