Chapter 49: Pursuing profit
The sun rose above the eastern horizon again each morning, edging the tile-like clouds spread over the city, thin as cicada wings, with pale gold, as though fine beach sand had been smeared across the sky.
These thin, translucent altocumulus clouds usually heralded fine weather. It was another brilliantly sunny day. After waking, almost everyone in Room 602 could see Su Can sitting at an angle on a chair he had carried onto the balcony, usually holding a finance book and marking passages.
The morning sunlight shimmered. White fluff often danced around Su Can, each speck distinct. When he picked up the milk beside the table for a sip, his breath would often stir a little cloud of dust.
The sight made even Xiao Xu admit defeat. He knew he had entered Nanjing University with a score of 665, and that all the books he had slogged through were directly responsible for his eight-diopter lenses, as well as his nickname, Bookworm. Yet even he did not read as much as Su Can, whom he could usually see reading a book every morning when he got up.
When asked what time he had risen, Su Can always said around six. Room 602 found it hard to imagine how he could maintain such a regular schedule even every weekend, without indulging in a little extra sleep.
Su Can usually brushed it off with a smile. There were many different ways to live at university, after all. He had already experienced the more decadent ones during university in his previous life. Now, every stretch of time felt leisurely to him, yet extraordinarily precious, and he did not want to waste it.
When Lin Guangdong called to say he was coming to Shanghai, Su Can felt rather gratified. The magazine's