The next morning.
Gu Bai was lying on his desk in the large lecture hall, catching up on sleep.
As the saying goes, a brief parting is sweeter than a honeymoon. Last night, Qi Man transformed into a juicer and squeezed him dry without leaving a drop. This morning, Qi Man was energetic and glowing.
As for himself, he was miserable, with a sore waist and back, and entirely lacking in spirit.
This was an acting class, which not only acting majors took but also directing students like himself. This was why the lecture hall was packed, with hardly any empty seats remaining.
"White Pieces, what did you do last night? The class is 160 minutes long, and you slept for 160 minutes. You really didn't give Teacher Sun any face at all."
As soon as the class ended, Deng Bo, sitting next to Gu Bai, couldn't help but speak to him.
