When he got back to the dorm, no one was there. Jiang Linyuan took a shower and collapsed into bed.
He could've used [Renewed] to have a blast, but he still enjoyed the feeling of sleep.
[Renewed] was like Viagra. It could get you back in action in an instant, but you'd miss out on the reflective calm that came afterward.
Jiang Linyuan considered himself a sage, so he wanted to do some serious thinking in his dreams.
By the time he woke up, it was already afternoon. He checked his phone and—what the hell? Hadn't he blocked Saint of Thieves? Why had so many people called him?
Jiang Linyuan checked WeChat. Everyone on his contacts list had called him several times. Jiang Zhiyao had called the most, followed by his counselor.
What was going on?
Before he could check his messages, Jiang Zhiyao called again.
He answered right away.
There was a moment of steady breathing on the other end, then a voice asked, cool and flat,
"So you're still alive after all?"
Damn it, his post-nap crankiness was kicking in.
"What's with the attitude? You trying to pick a fight?"
Jiang Linyuan said, annoyed.
"Jiang Linyuan! Do you know what time it is?"
Jiang Zhiyao spoke calmly, as if she were holding something back.
Jiang Linyuan glanced at his phone.
Holy crap, it was four? Had he really slept that long?
"It's four in the afternoon! I called you at seven this morning! I've been calling you every hour!"
Jiang Zhiyao's words came faster and faster, her voice growing more agitated.
"Mom and Dad called too, and you didn't answer a single call! I asked your roommates, and they said you hadn't come back to the dorm last night! I was about to call the police!"
Her voice