I don’t know if she was really panicking or was frightened by his cold and unapproachable tone, but after saying this sentence with a lack of confidence, Sang Chi stopped talking and only made intermittent sobbing sounds.
Inside the dormitory, Qian Fei, who was sitting in front of the computer, suddenly slammed the keyboard hard, making a series of crackling sounds, and then yelled, "Fuck, this assistant is an idiot!"
The next moment, Sang Yan threw a pillow over and said, "If you don't keep quiet, I'll beat you into a fool."
"Sang Yan! This is a matter of life and death!" Qian Fei's voice was like a loudspeaker, "Don't fucking sleep, get up—"
Bombing on both ends.
Duan Jiaxu pursed his lips and turned to close the balcony door. He leaned against the railing with his arm on it. Looking at the bright street lights downstairs, he suppressed his emotions and slowed down his tone: "Kid, what time do you usually go to school?"
Sang Zhi choked up and answered honestly, "Seven forty."
"Get up at seven?"
"Um."
"Can you get up at six tomorrow?"
This time Sang Chi said nothing.
Duan Jiaxu didn't care. He chose his words carefully and tried to reason with her: "Child, this homework is assigned by the teacher. It is your own business. If you didn't bring it home, you can tell the teacher, apologize to the teacher, and say you will make up for it later. But you can't let others do it for you."
There came the sound of a little girl sniffing on the other end of the phone, followed by a muffled hum.
I haven't seen you for two months, and this time I think you can listen to me.
Duan Jiaxu breathed a sigh of relief: "So can you get up at six o'clock tomorrow?"
This time she was silent for several seconds before she said unconfidently: "Can..."
"Then tomorrow—" Duan Jiaxu calculated the time in his mind, "Tomorrow at 6:40, I will be waiting for you at the station. Can I finish writing with you?"
Sang Chi hummed again.
Duan Jiaxu: "Don't cry, think about how to write that weekly diary. Then wash your face and go to sleep."
Sang Zhi's voice was still nasal and childish: "Okay."
Soon after these words fell, Sang Chi suddenly asked in a low voice: "Brother, can you please not tell my brother about this."
Duan Jiaxu smiled: "You didn't dare to tell your brother that you missed your homework?"
"No." Sang Chi didn't know how to explain, so she managed to say, "Anyway, don't tell him."
"Okay." Duan Jiaxu didn't know where he got so much patience from, so he reminded him, "Remember to get up at six o'clock tomorrow. I'll call you then."
Sang Zhi said obediently: "I understand."
Duan Jiaxu: "Go to sleep."
Hearing the hang-up sound, Duan Jiaxu put down his phone.
The screen of the phone was black, but Sang Yan's phone had no password. He turned on the screen, found the recent calls, glanced at Sang Zhi's number, and then returned to the main interface.
He collected all the dry clothes and returned to the dormitory.
The small room became even noisier. Sang Yan had come down from the bed and was standing next to Qian Fei, watching him play games. He would occasionally say "rubbish" and looked careless and deserved a beating.
Duan Jiaxu handed the phone back to him.
Sang Yan said lazily: "What's left with you?"