天刚蒙蒙亮，闹钟就准时在沈休耳边唱起了独角戏。他猛地坐起身，扯过被子蒙住头，嘴里嘟嘟囔囔：“烦死了，大清早的谁愿意起床啊……”结果，被子一掀，寒气逼人，他吓得一个激灵，嗷嗷叫着跳下床。

相 Transfer to the dorm room, the first thing that hits you is the smell of sweat and stale breakfast. The room is a zoo, clothes flying everywhere like a tornado hit it. A guy in the corner is already halfway out of bed, rubbing his eyes like he's seeing double.

"Morning, you smell like a dirty dog," a voice from the top bunk mocks.

"Shut up, Lu Chen, you slept like a pig last night,"沈休 mutters, rummaging through his messy wardrobe.

"Need help finding your clothes or just contemplating life?" Lu Chen yawns, dropping two t-shirts onto the floor.

Sweat dripped down沈休's face as he fumbled with his tie. "Give me five minutes, please," he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

In the common area, a group of students was already gathered, whispering and pointing at the old library. "Did you hear? They found a forbidden book in the attic," one whispered.