June nineteenth.
Zhang Suannai lay on the guest-room bed, eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
She had sobered up long ago.
If she had a choice... she would rather not have.
Staying drunk for the rest of her life didn't sound so bad.
She checked the time. It was already ten.
Her two roommates had eaten breakfast, and Xiaoxiao had even knocked on her door.
She had been wide awake, but she was too embarrassed to go out. So she had stayed silent and pretended to be asleep. Any other day, if Xiaoxiao had personally come to call her to breakfast, she would have flung back the covers and scampered out.
Now she could faintly hear voices outside.
Zhang Suannai huddled under the covers with only her head showing, her hair scattered across the pillow. She blinked rapidly and listened.
It sounded like a middle-aged woman from Neighbor Next Door. She had heard that Ning Qing had received special admission to Ling'an Academy and that her younger sister had been admitted at an even younger age. Now she wanted to hire the sisters to tutor her underachieving son.
She had offered five hundred an hour right off the bat.
This really was a rich neighborhood.
The goddess Qingqing clearly didn't want to deal with the woman. The moment she heard the pounding on the door, she sent Xiaoxiao to talk to her.
Xiaoxiao hadn't wanted to either, but under her sister's pressure, she had delivered two sharp accusations of "You've got a terrible personality" before reluctantly opening the door.
They had been talking for several minutes now.
Their voices still drifted in faintly.
Zhang Suannai kept pretending to sleep.
But she couldn't stay in bed forever. She could sleep through this moment, but could she sleep through the rest