On this night, two young people with different memories read the past of time across the distance.

The autumn wind blew the moonlight into a gentle cold light, and the place hidden by the clouds quietly revealed its original appearance.

After less than a few hours of silence, the first earthly noise of the next morning was ushered in.

Jiacheng University. Room 606 of the women's apartment.

"The third set of national middle school students' radio gymnastics, dancing youth! Start now! ”

"Preparatory feast, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!"

"Two-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight! Three-two-three-four, five-six-seven-eight! ”

"Four-two-three-four, five-six—stretching!"

“……”

Zuo Mian was awakened by the prelude to "Dancing Youth".

The male voice of the passionate broadcast as always, energetic and beating, with the joyful song of dancing youth.

Tapping on Zuo Mian's eardrum, stimulating her brain cells.

It really only took a moment for all of Zuomian's sleepiness to be dispelled.

I fell asleep at one o'clock in the morning last night with Mr. C's night reading, and was woken up by my good roommate's "Third Set of Radio Gymnastics, Dancing Youth" alarm clock in less than six hours.

In fact, there is a slight lack of sleep.

But the helpless smiling alarm clock was too surging every time, and it was impossible for her to continue sleeping.

Zuo Mian remembered that last month, the alarm clock for Yan Xiaoxiao was still "The Second Set of Radio Gymnastics: The Times is Calling".

She just broke away from the music of the last radio gymnastics, and this month she was brainwashed by the third set of "Dancing Youth" music.

At the moment when Zuo Mian sat up and was in a daze, the broadcast gymnastics had already shouted "chest expansion exercise".

Zuo Mian, who woke up, hurriedly turned his head sideways and shouted: "Laugh and laugh." ”

There was no response to the person on the bunker.

Zuo Mian: "Smile." ”

Still no response.

Zuo Mian: "......"

In desperation, she quickly climbed out of bed with her unkempt hair.

Walked up to Yanxiaoxiao's bed, stood on tiptoe, and reached out to touch the phone on the other party's bed.

After touching it for a while, I finally touched it.

Before the command shouts "kick movement", quickly turn off the alarm.

Zuo Mian yawned and looked at the time on his phone wistfully-

7:01.

It's not too early or too late, and they can get up, but their apartment is close to where today's class is, so it's actually too late to sleep until half past seven.

It is estimated that Yan Xiaoxiao forgot to adjust the alarm clock.

Zuo Mian also admired Yan Xiaoxiao.

This kind of soul music bombarded her ears before she woke up, how good the quality of sleep was.

Zuo Mian was a little envious in his heart.

Her sleep quality has not been very good, and she is easily frightened.

The slightest noise in the middle of the night could disturb her dreams.

So Zuo Mian sometimes sleeps with earbuds, and sometimes sleeps with headphones plugged in.

Other sounds are easy to wake her up, only listening to Mr. C's voice can quickly help her sleep.

This is also the reason why she has insisted on listening to Mr. C's night reading for the past two years.

This man's voice was her sleep artifact, and she couldn't miss a day now.

Zuo Mian saw that there was still enough time, so he didn't plan to wake up Yan Xiaoxiao.

Wait for a smile and then sleep for a while.

She thoughtfully lightened her movements, and was just about to put down her smiling mobile phone and prepare to go wash.

Yan Xiaoxiao's mobile phone suddenly lit up.

A text message pops up on the lock screen.

Yan Xiaoxiao's mobile phone has a password, although it is impossible to unlock it, but you can turn off the alarm clock, and you can also see the text message prompt that pops up.

She swore she didn't mean to see it.

It's just that everything pops up too fast, and her occupational illness as an author makes her eyeballs can't help but unlock that message.

The content of the text message is automatically read out in my head.

[Good morning, Ms. Yan, can you give a five-star review for yesterday's takeaway? ] 】