On a Sunday morning, sunlight seeped through the gaps in the curtains like threads, casting mottled shadows in the cozy bedroom, adding a touch of warmth to the tranquil space.
Huang Jun was still immersed in a beautiful dream, playing chess with Zhou Gong with great enthusiasm.
However.
The shrill sound of electric scooters honking was like an unwelcome alarm clock, mercilessly bringing him out of his dream.
He groggily reached for his phone, and the numbers on the screen gave him a shock —
Well, well!
It was just after 6 o'clock.
The promised weekend should be about lazing in bed until the end of time!
Why is it that I wake up earlier and earlier each day?
It's simply bewildering!
At this moment, a classical verse about "Sunday laziness" floated through Huang Jun's mind:
The summer sun shines through the window,
The warm bed is so very nice.
No matter north, south, east, or west,
Sleep until the world is old and grey.
