On Saturday afternoon, Zheng Qing moved back to Dormitory 403 from Greenhill Mansion.
He wanted to cultivate a sense of life in the dormitory before tomorrow's school registration day, to prove to his roommates that he had been very well-behaved during the winter break.
Although he was always well-behaved by nature.
Despite being empty for a month, the dormitory wasn't as cold and deserted as Zheng Qing had imagined. There were a few fresh sunflowers on the desk, with a few sprites lazily lying atop the huge dish. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting enchanting hues on the petals and their wings. A plump cat curled into a ball, resting its head on its paws in the shadow of the sunflowers, its long purring could almost compel one to pet it.
"I'm back!"
The young public-funded student spread his arms wide and shouted, shattering the ambiance.
