During the daytime the next day, Andrew spent it dozing off in a daze.
Scarlett knew that Andrew didn't sleep well last night, so she didn't wake him up, only letting out a helpless sigh.
"Sigh, it's the last day of the holiday, and I still haven't managed to get this Little Thing to teach me how to cook. Classes start tomorrow, and I'll have to wait until next weekend again."
After a day passed in a groggy haze, the university students began their dreadful early morning 8 AM classes.
Perhaps because they had played for an entire week, the vast majority of people were quite excited, and the usual lifeless atmosphere in class was gone.
Especially Ethan. Ever since Andrew mistakenly gave out his contact information instead of his own, this guy felt like he was now a heartthrob loved by everyone, admired by flowers, and causing tires to blow out upon sight.
