We Built That Highway

"Nothing but me and the bugs," Wuming said the following morning while they were waiting for breakfast to be served. "Nada. Did I mention that the moon was also there?"

"I'll take tonight's shift," volunteered Qing Lok. "Look at Chen."

Qing Chen was holding his head up with a hand under his chin. His eyes were still closed. Wuming made a circle with his middle finger and thumb and snapped it on Qing Chen's ear. 

Qing Chen jumped awake and his knees connected with the small table. It made a loud sound and the other students looked at him confusingly. He only sent an apologetic smile before turning to Wuming with a murderous look.

"Long night?" Wuming's eyebrows danced.

"Do shut up," said Qing Chen.

Wuming poked Qing Chen's side. "What did you do, huh?"

Qing Chen crossed his arms on his chest and kept his back straight. He closed his eyes once more. Even just a minute of sleep would do him good.

"Huh?" Wuming pressed.