The next morning, Ivy Miller heard the bugle call outside, turned over, and pulled the quilt over herself.
Having grown up in a military family compound, she was long immune to this kind of bugle call.
During her university years, every time the bugle sounded, she couldn't get up.
Her class teacher talked to her countless times, "Ivy Miller, this whole semester, how many times have you attended drill?"
She rubbed her head, "Teacher, it's not my fault, I just can't hear the bugle call."
"Why can others hear it?"
She lamented, "Others didn't grow up with this sound, so they're more sensitive.
I grew up with this sound, so even when it sounds, I can't hear it."
"Do you still have a reason?"
"It's not that I have a reason, I just want to ask, can we delay the wake-up call?
If it were a song by Alexander Wellington, I'd wake up singing in less than three lines."
Since that time, the teacher labeled her, "Difficult to Wake Up Student."
