It was the last time.
Jiang Shu opened his eyes, sat up, and looked around the familiar room, feeling a sense of melancholy.
Sitting on the bed for a long time, he sighed deeply and got out of bed.
"It's already eleven." Jiang Shu glanced at the time. It was Monday and there were three or four days until his next magic show.
I'd better start getting ready.
He left his room and first checked next door at Sister Liu's room, but it was empty, so he went downstairs.
As he stepped on the staircase, Jiang Shu heard music coming from the first floor, a very rhythmic and dynamic tune.
What's going on?
Curiosity sprang up in his heart. He slowly walked down the stairs and, upon reaching a corner, peeped towards the direction of the living room speakers.
In front of the living room TV, the sofa had disappeared, replaced by six yoga mats laid together.
