Sound Is Also My Desire - Chapter 33

This night, two young people with different memories, separated by the distance of space, read the passing of time.

The autumn wind blew the moonlight with a gentle cold light, and the place hidden by clouds quietly revealed its original color.

After less than a few hours of silence, the first sounds of earthly disturbances were ushered in the following morning.

Jia Cheng University. Women’s apartment room 606.

“The third set of national secondary school students’ radio gymnastics, dancing youth! Now begins!”

“Preparatory section, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!”

“Two, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! Three, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!”

“Four, two, three, four, five, six – stretching!”

“……”

Zuo Mian was awakened by the intro of “Dancing Youth”.

The usual passionate radio male voice, spirited beat, with the dance of youth cheerful music.

The actual fact is that the actual person is not a person who is not a person.

It really only takes a moment for all of Zuo Mian’s sleepiness to be dispersed.

Last night, I fell asleep at 1:00 a.m. with the night reading of C. I was awakened less than six hours later by the alarm of my roommate’s “third set of radio gymnastics – dancing youth”.

In fact, the sleep is slightly insufficient.

But there is no way that Yan Xiaoxiao’s alarm is too surging every time, so she wants to continue to sleep is impossible.

Zuo Mian remembered that last month, Yan Xiaoxiao’s alarm was still “the second set of radio gymnastics – the times are calling”.

She just got out of the last radio gymnastics music, and this month she was brainwashed by the third set of “Dancing Youth” music.

The moment Zuo Mian sat up and was confused, the radio gymnastics had already shouted “chest expansion exercise”.

The sober Zuo Mian hurriedly shouted sideways: “Xiaoxiao.”

The person on the opposite side of the bunk did not respond.

Zuo Mian: “Xiaoxiao.”

Still no response.

Zuo Mian: “……”

In desperation, she crawled out of bed with messy hair.

She went to the front of Yan Xiaoxiao’s bed, stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch the phone on the other side of the bed.

After feeling for a while, she finally found it.

The alarm was quickly turned off before the password shouted “kick exercise”.

Zuo Mian yawned and looked drowsily at the time on the phone – 7:01.

7:01.

This time is not too early or too late to get up, but their apartment is close to the place of today’s class, in fact, sleep until 7:30 is also in time.

I guess Yan Xiaoxiao forgot to set the alarm clock.

Zuo Mian also admires Yan Xiaoxiao.

This soul music in her ears bombing are still not awake, this sleep quality is how good ah.

Zuo Mian heart a little envious.

Her sleep quality has not been very good, is easily frightened body.

A little noise in the middle of the night, may disturb her dreams.

So Zuo Mian will sometimes wear earplugs to sleep, sometimes will plug in headphones to sleep.

Other sounds are easy to wake her up, only listening to the voice of C, can quickly help her sleep.

This is why she has insisted on listening to C Jun’s night reading for the past two years.

This person’s voice is her sleep magic weapon, now missing a day are not available.

The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not able to get a lot of time to get up.

The actual fact is that you’ll be able to get a lot more sleep.

She thoughtfully lightened her movements, and was just about to put down Yan Xiaoxiao’s cell phone and prepare to go wash up.

The phone of Yan Xiaoxiao suddenly lit up.

A text message popped up on the lock screen.

Yan Xiaoxiao’s phone was set with a password, and although Zuo Mian couldn’t unlock it, she could turn off the alarm clock and see the text message alerts that popped up.

She swears she didn’t mean to read it.

It’s just that everything popped up so fast that her occupational disease as a writer made her eyeballs unlock that message uncontrollably.

The contents of the text message were automatically read out in her head.

[Good morning, Ms. Yan, can I give a five-star review for yesterday’s takeaway?