At six o'clock, as the alarm went off, there was also a knock on the door.
Mu Qiu frowned with her eyes closed, rolling over twice before slowly opening her eyes.
She was so sleepy she couldn't keep her eyes open and didn't want to get up at all.
But she couldn't not get up either.
"Qiuqiu? Are you up?"
Cheng Zhirang's voice sounded, and she could only open her eyes, responding weakly in a slightly hoarse morning voice, "In a minute!"
Then, she slowly got out of bed, ran her hand through her hair, and shuffled in her slippers to open the door.
As soon as she pulled the door open, a camera lens was shoved in her face, scaring her into leaning back.
"...What are you doing?"
Guan Yu continued to take pictures of her, whispering, "Recording your current state, standard procedure, everyone's been photographed."
The hallway lights were off, and her room's lights were off too. The group of them gathered in the dark, feeling like burglars.
