June 15th, another Monday. Like last semester, Mondays this term had the most classes—almost a full schedule—and there was evening self-study on odd weeks. Thankfully, evening self-study had already officially ended last week.
"I hate Mondays," Zhou Li muttered as he looked at his phone screen.
"You're growing less and less fond of studying," Huai Xu's voice came from the bunk above. "That's not good. In our time, many people wanted to study but didn't have the chance."
"…"
"Hey!" The old monster rolled over to look at him. "I have a way to make you like Mondays!"
"?"
"You could have a kid with Li Daimao and name them Monday."
"…"
Is this the same joke as 'Zhou Dao'?
