Clear wind and white clouds, a new calendar already hung upon the wall. At the dawn of the new year, the weather at the start of January possessed that peculiar quality where it was undeniably cold yet the sunlight shone bright.
Beijing in the afternoon, bright with winter day.
The lake surface gleamed with sparkling, bright light. During this period, the Jing University campus still retained the atmosphere of the final exam week.
Although the New Year's Day holiday had just passed, it apparently hadn't caused much of an impact. Those busy cramming for exams remained perpetually busy, while those without worries about tests spent the semester's final moments outside of studying, preparing to head home for the winter vacation.
Year-end post-holiday syndrome—that terrifying illness where, between New Year's Day and the Spring Festival, one only thought of the upcoming holiday and felt completely devoid of any desire to work, yet was forced to tackle a mountain of tasks at the year's end.
This was not particularly evident among these university students who had not yet entered the workforce and were about to begin their winter vacation.
Right at this moment, inside the Magical Boy's cabin,
"Aah, aah, I don't want to work. Vacation, I want a vacation!"
An older brother who had long since graduated emitted a cry of year-end post-holiday syndrome.
Brother Meng, aren't you on vacation every single day?
Thinking of Meng Lang's near-vagrant lifestyle ever since he arrived at the cabin, and watching him slump face down onto the small table with his voice as lifeless and dry as a withered well,
having just finished brewing a fresh pot of tea and emerging from the kitchen, Gou Yu could not help but let out a helpless, light sigh:
"Brother Meng, is there really anything you even