"Can anyone sleep with this noise?"
Marcus Shaw furrowed his eyebrows.
Anyone who can sleep with this noise is probably deaf. Running five kilometers downstairs would be more relaxing.
"You know," Oliver Scott yawned, continued lying down, and spoke unhurriedly, "Do you know the biggest difference between a top student and a school bully?"
Marcus Shaw shot a cold glance at him and emphasized, "I'm the top of the grade."
"..."
The school bully didn't play by the rules, and Oliver Scott was taken aback.
Listening to the intermittent, inconsistent, and off-key bamboo flute sound, Oliver Scott sighed and then offered, "There's a magical item in this world called earplugs."
Marcus Shaw paused.
Oliver Scott forced himself to sit up, stretched lazily, and said, "There are two boxes of earplugs in the right drawer of the study desk, placed conspicuously. I guess they're prepared for you. You probably didn't even know."
Marcus Shaw: "..."
