May 4th, Monday, also marked the twelfth week of the second semester.
The next day was the beginning of summer, and the sun started to stay in the sky longer each day; often, by just after five in the morning, the horizon would start to brighten.
Although he had experienced an exhilarating weekend witnessing grand scenes and even getting blasted himself twice, these events didn't diminish Zheng Qing's habit of attending morning classes.
Yes, it was a habit.
A habit meant that you could navigate through numerous obstacles right after getting out of bed with your eyes still closed,
As dawn broke, he rustled about getting up, finished his washing up, and silently left the dormitory with Doctor Xiao amid Xin Fat Man's snoring sounds, heading towards Flying Garden.
Inhaling the fresh scent in the air and feeling the breeze across his cheek, Zheng Qing felt rejuvenated. It seemed as if all the gloom accumulated in his body over the weekend was swept away with each breath.