"Ding-a-ling-a-ling..."
In the dead of night, the ringing of the dormitory phone was particularly grating.
Liang Zhouxian, feeling annoyed, tucked his head into his blanket, trying to ignore the unbearable ringing.
However, the caller seemed completely oblivious to his resistance, and instead was persistently persistent. After the prolonged ringing had gradually stopped, a new round began.
In the end, it was Jiang Shao, the lower bunk dweller, who was lightly woken by the unremitting rings, and, unable to bear it, climbed up and reached for the phone under Liang Zhouxian's pillow on the top bunk, pulling out the tightly pressed mobile phone.
Focusing his gaze, the screen displayed three huge characters that wobbled quite adorably: Ju Mengmeng.
This instantly invigorated Jiang Shao, and he muttered, "Ju Mengmeng... this name just breathes the essence of a cute girl, might even be a beauty!"
