Of course.
All this wonderfulness was shredded by a phone ringtone.
"Beep beep beep—"
Half-dreaming and dazed, Zhang Lingchuan picked up a call.
"Hey, Master Zhang, I'm already at your school gate. Not awake yet?"
It was Song Wanqing calling.
"At the gate? What time is it... it's nine o'clock!"
Zhang Lingchuan was full of confusion upon hearing this; what time is it?
When he glanced at the time on his phone, he sprang up; it was indeed nine o'clock.
Comrade Xiao Song said last night not to set an alarm, that she'd wake him. Why did she call at nine, knowing their flight is at eleven thirty?
"Yes, it's nine o'clock, hurry up, let's go earn some money."
Song Wanqing laughed on the phone.
She knew Teacher Zhang definitely slept late last night; having won first place, surely many congratulatory messages came, like from the team back in Qing County, Teacher Chen Qian, Wang Liwei, Wei Xiaoyuan—they all sent him messages last night, congratulating him on taking first place.
