"Yueyue, Yueyue. Get up quickly. You will be late for class." A girl with long hair in a floral dress stood in front of the bed and shook the girl in her sleep.
"Yueyue, today's class belongs to our instructor. He knows who hasn't come at a glance, so he can't skip class. Let's go to the canteen to bring you food first, and you should hurry up." The girl pushed the girl lying on the bed rubbing her eyes again, and hurried out with the textbook.
The girl named Qian Yueyue sat up and shook her head. Finally, she remembered that she was a junior student now, and the most important thing was to be late soon. ...