"Evan, get up! You're going to be late for the eight o'clock class. They take attendance in organic chemistry."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting up..."
Zhou Evan was still half asleep, but the words "take attendance" made his body sit up on reflex.
"Coming, coming. What time is it?"
"Seven forty-three."
"...Then what's the rush? Save me a seat. I'll sleep another ten minutes."
"Wake up. The line for scallion pancakes takes ten minutes. You want to starve until twelve thirty?"
Evan had just lain down when he sprang back up with a thump.
Food came first. A man needed fuel to function, and by twelve thirty~~there'd be no lunch left to grab.
Evan stood in line outside the corridor. The scallion pancake shop occupied a small space beneath the side of the cafeteria building. It had once been a bicycle parking lot, then become a row of little shops because hardly anyone parked there.
Looking at the enormous lines outside the scallion pancake stall and the jianbing stall next door, Evan felt dazed. It feels like I haven't lined up in ages. Wait, didn't I line up for food yesterday? Something just feels wrong.
It was noisy. Most of the students were barely awake, complaining about the unreasonable eight o'clock classes. But Evan needed a moment to process what the people around him were saying, as though he were hearing his native language for the first time in years.
"Bro Hao, did I talk in my sleep yesterday? I think I had a dream, but I can't remember any of it."
Lin Xiuhao looked at Zhou Evan's messy hair and figured he must have stayed up late last night.
"How would I know? I fall asleep the moment I hit the bed."
Evan munched his pancake as he hurried toward