Lin Jiayu was sending messages at midnight.
This time was bound not to receive a response from her mom, so she opened her small WeChat account with the nickname [Taro Milk Tea Meow].
In recent days, she's sent several messages to the novel author [Shen's Tutoring], but up until now, there's been no reply.
High school students are often busy with their studies, which seems normal.
Lin Jiayu sighed in disappointment.
"Jiayu, are you asleep?"
Just as Lin Jiayu was preparing to sleep, her roommate Fang Xiaoya, who slept in the opposite bed, suddenly asked softly.
"I'm about to sleep."
Lin Jiayu yawned.
"Don't sleep yet, check out the video I shared with you on Kuaishin."
"There's a 38-year-old uncle saying he wants to apply to our school, it just cracks me up!"
Although Fang Xiaoya was intentionally lowering her voice, she couldn't help but laugh when she talked about this.
"What!"
"A 38-year-old uncle wants to apply to our school??"
