The patter of drizzle fell on the eaves, crisp like piano music.
Han Qiwu, filled with the excitement of returning home, jumped out of bed quickly. While brushing his teeth, he looked back over yesterday's logs.
Everything else seemed fine, except for the rewards from the historical earnings—somehow they had skyrocketed to one million gold.
"Stingy system," Han Qiwu muttered, curling his lips. After sending a quick "Good morning" message to Mr. Tang on his phone, he swiftly made himself a jianbing guozi (savory pancake roll) and wolfed it down.
Just as he finished eating, a reply from Tang Qingying popped up: "Good morning! Finally, vacation has started. I can go back home to eat all the yummy food my mom makes!"
"It's raining today, drive carefully on the road. I'm packing my things now and will catch the bus home later."
