Happy times were always fleeting.
In the blink of an eye, it was the fourth day of the new year.
"All right, Class Monitor, we should head back."
"...I don't want to."
"You still haven't had enough fun, Class Monitor?"
"...I. Don't. Want. To. Go. Back!"
"But we're already in the city. We even stayed an extra night."
"..."
The two of them were at the Yunji Hotel in the city.
They had actually returned to the city the night before. Their homes were nearby, but the Class Monitor had stubbornly refused to go back, so they had no choice but to spend another night at the Yunji Hotel.
They had agreed to go home first thing that morning, but now the Class Monitor was being stubborn again, clinging tightly to Chen Shi'an under the covers. She neither wanted to go back nor wanted to let him leave.
"There, there. Uncle Lin is preparing lunch for us."
"..."
Lin Meng Qiu said nothing, displaying an unprecedented clinginess. She hugged Chen Shi'an from behind, her long legs locked tightly around his Daoist Root, refusing to let him go.
Chen Shi'an could neither get up nor let her keep doing as she pleased. Just as he was worrying about what to do, the phone by the bed rang.
"See? Uncle Lin's calling."
"...!!"
Lin Meng Qiu moved quickly, immediately grabbing his phone first.
But it was not a call from her father. The name displayed on the incoming WeChat call was unmistakably "Little Cicada."
"×!"
The girl swiped her finger and hung up.
Chen Shi'an, who had been tangled up in her embrace, finally had a chance to get out of bed.
Fortunately, Wen Zhixia persevered and called again. This time, Chen Shi'an answered.
"Taoist, Taoist!!"
"You're up, Little Cicada?"
"I've been