Just then, the sound of a door opening and footsteps came from offscreen.
"You're up so early."
"Monkey, do you think Yuan Ling ran into a ghost? That gray, hazy thing he saw was a ghost, right?"
The camera turned, capturing a T-shirt.
The guy wearing the bear-head T-shirt walked in and said, "Didn't they say it was eye strain from overuse? Hey, which one of you used the toilet and didn't flush?" He suddenly shouted, "I let you stay here, and you promised to clean up!"
"Your roommates aren't even here. Don't be so picky." Shi Fei's voice rang out.
"Get in there and clean it up!"
The video seemed to have been filmed with a laptop's built-in camera.
The laptop was set down, facing the doorway.
Shi Fei's back appeared in the frame as he walked offscreen.
He grumbled to himself while the other two guys chatted.
"...You've already seen the Imperial Palace. Where are you going next? Man, I envy you. I still have to suffer through preparing for my thesis defense."
"Universities in the capital are strict." This was Yuan Ling's voice. "We were going to the desert, but there's a sandstorm there now, so the flights were canceled. The flights to the Northern Plains Snow Mountain were canceled too."
"How about going to Minqing?"
"There's not much to do in Minqing, is there?" Shi Fei chimed in.
"But there are plenty of flights. You can leave this afternoon."
"Monkey, have you got no conscience? Who let you copy his homework back then? And who covered for you in front of the homeroom teacher?" Shi Fei jumped into the frame.
"That was Yuan Ling, not you. You're just that guy from the class next door. Who even knows you?"
Shi Fei rushed offscreen, and the sound