Sophomore courses were not as packed as freshman year. Instead, the scattered classes allowed An Xi to sleep soundly until noon. After separating from Yan Qing a few days ago, An Xi suddenly realized she had been too focused on whether Yan Qing knew she was a ghost, completely missing the meaning of his “I am too…” — Hey, Yan Qing, I’m An Xi reborn from eight years in the future. — Yes, I am too… This conversation seemed to imply that Yan Qing was also reborn… Realizing this point, An Xi hadn’t slept well for several days… but with this good opportunity, she naturally made up for her nighttime sleep in the morning. “An Xi, get up and eat breakfast, or I won’t care if you get a stomachache.” Dai Xue, regardless of her daily schedule, always slept at ten and woke at six-thirty, probably a biological clock she had developed early… “…Ugh, I won’t get up…” An Xi rolled in bed, seemingly muttering softly, “Dai Xue… just say you care about me…” “Hmph…” Dai Xue blushed and turned away, ignoring An Xi. “An Xi, no morning classes?” Ye Ling walked in from outside, holding three just-bought breakfasts, asking with a smile. “Thank you.” Dai Xue, while taking the breakfast, couldn’t help but glance at Ye Ling a few times. After the holiday ended, when Ye Ling arrived that day, Dai Xue thought she was someone’s sister or friend, never expecting that “little sister” to nervously approach her, fidgeting and saying “Dai Xue, long time no see”… When An Xi arrived and called out “Ye Ling” affectionately, she was truly surprised. An Xi and Ye Ling had clearly experienced something during the break, and this situation where only she was unaware made her feel slightly lonely… However, she wouldn’t ask, because she hoped they would tell her voluntarily. “Yes… this semester’s classes are so humane… completely no morning classes.” An Xi rolled comfortably again, “Ye Ling, thank you for bringing my breakfast…” “No need to thank me.” Ye Ling replied with a smile. Speaking of which, Ye Ling’s speaking style now was almost no longer hesitant. Since coming to school this time, her classmates had changed, starting to talk to her… though she was still too shy to chat for long. Thanks to these things, Ye Ling now wanted to go to the garden society’s flower shed and loudly call out her name to that boy in the sunlight. “An Xi, if you sleep until noon again tomorrow, I’ll have to tell Yan Qing.” Dai Xue looked at the “silkworm” An Xi on the bed, speaking with some exasperation. She was actually just worried about An Xi, feeling that if this continued, An Xi would become more and more reclusive, seeming weak and fragile. Moreover, every time Yan Qing called, An Xi would be half-asleep and manage to sweet-talk her way through… “Ugh… Dai Xue, you’re mean…
From Anxi’s direction came a series of miserable whimpers. “…” Dai Xue inexplicably let out a sigh of relief, helplessly hugging her book and leaving. Sure enough, Anxi’s weakness was still Yan Qing.
