Within a week, Ding Jing was tossed from the 1.6-meter-high bed to the floor for the second time.
With a thud, the dull sound echoed in the silent dormitory, giving off a spooky terror, inciting a wave of panic out of nowhere.
When Tang Shi suddenly awoke, she thought it was an earthquake, but upon seeing Ding Jing lying on the ground, she couldn't help but sigh in relief.
——『Thankfully, it's not an earthquake. Ding Jing is just being troublesome again.』
After the recent ups and downs, Tang Shi had grown accustomed to Ding Jing's bizarre antics.
On the bed next to them.
Mo Shangjun sat on her bed, silently watching Ding Jing lying below.
At the moment Ding Jing was thrown off, Mo Shangjun actually awoke. She wanted to grab Ding Jing back, but Ding Jing's body was already falling, and pulling her back might cause her to crash even harder — there was a railing and table below her.
So, she watched as Ding Jing had a close encounter with the ground.
