The day after was a Monday.
Although there had been a slight disturbance in the dormitory last night, it did not affect the biological clock of the young scholarship student.
Just past six in the morning, Zheng Qing was still pushed out of bed by the force of habit, leaving Duke Zhou's Go table, drowsily opening his eyes, yawning and pulling back the curtain, preparing to get up for morning classes.
Then his foot hung half a foot away from his shoes, suspended in mid-air.
Because a dusty gray dog was squatting next to his shoes, tail wagging cheerfully, with a shoelace in its mouth.
Zheng Qing's yawn got stuck in his throat, and for a good while, he forgot whether he should open or close his mouth.
