The next day, the sky was clear and the breeze was blowing.
In Dorm 104.
As usual, Ma Zhong was the first to wake up.
Then, he woke Lin Fan, Zheng Jinbao, and Song Yi up.
They had mathematics class in the morning. The old professor's teaching style was relatively old-fashioned and boring.
It was as if Lin Fan was listening to a lullaby. He lay on the table and fell asleep.
Lin Fan felt that sleeping on the table during class was more comfortable than sleeping in the dormitory or even the presidential suite. It was sweet and peaceful.
Perhaps this was one of the benefits of choosing to go to school?
In the afternoon, when he was eating in the cafeteria, Lin Fan's phone vibrated.
12:00 p.m.
A red packet appeared.
[Ding! Congratulations, you've received five yuan.]
[Ding! Congratulations, you've received 3,000 yuan.]
...
[Ding! Congratulations, you've received the skill 'Professional Calligraphy'.]