Saturday.

It was supposed to be a happy day.

There are no professors chattering, no need to run back and forth between classrooms, you can sleep until you wake up naturally, you can eat breakfast and lunch together, and you can throw textbooks as far as you want.

But for Zheng Qing, all the good things are the intoxication of yesterday, and the slight sadness is the taste of today.

Just because he still has class today, and it is five classes with time conversion added, two in the morning

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