Early the next morning, before the sun had fully risen, a gust of wind blew into the room through a gap in the balcony door.
The little iron ball ornament on the bedside table was blown off and hit the floor with a crisp clang.
"Mmm... what time is it?"
Ye Lan tightened the covers around himself and groggily rolled over, then abruptly sat up.
"Holy shit, little sis! Little sis!"
The little rascal had said she was going to the museum to get something. Had she not come back?!
At that thought, Ye Lan hurriedly threw on a jacket and used his key card to open Ye Xunzhi's door next door.
Only when he saw the Ye-brand "Sushi Roll" on the bed did he breathe a sigh of relief. Then, looking at the peacefully sleeping face of the "culprit" who had kept him worried all yesterday, a wicked impulse struck him.
Her older brother was already up. What excuse did his little sister have to stay asleep!
"Get..."
Ye Lan reached out, about to pinch her cheek, but had only uttered a syllable when Ye Xunzhi's voice sounded in his ears, clearly coming from a dream.
[Hello, teacher.]
Ye Lan calmly withdrew his hand. She was in class, huh? Better not wake her, then. Class was far more painful than being awake.
[We're studying classical poetry this period? So annoying. Classical prose is even worse, though. Such long-winded crap.]
[I'll read whatever page the wind turns to and tear out whichever pages I don't understand.]
What a little rascal. Not the slightest proper attitude toward studying.
Ye Lan gently condemned her inwardly and tucked her in. Language class, too. Lovely. Sleep a little longer.
[Confucius said: "To learn and regularly practice what one has learned..."]
Ye Lan thought, *This