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Nezha suddenly opened his eyes, a beam of blinding sunlight shining directly on his face. He frowned and raised his hand to shield himself from the light, groggily glancing at the clock on the wall—it was exactly seven in the morning.
"Damn, it's so early!" Nezha mumbled, rolling over and pulling the blanket over his head, intending to go back to sleep.
However, a faint but rhythmic sound interrupted his sweet dreams. Nezha irritably tossed aside the blanket and looked toward the source of the noise—Ao Bing was already up, tidying his side of the bed with gentle and precise movements, clearly trying not to make too much noise.
Nezha noticed that Ao Bing was fully dressed: a light blue shirt paired with beige casual pants, his hair neatly combed, and gold-rimmed glasses glinting subtly in the morning light. Every action he took exuded an undeniable elegance and order.
"Why are you up so early..." Nezha grumbled, his voice hoarse from just waking up.
Ao Bing turned his head, meeting Nezha's bleary gaze. "Good morning. Sorry for waking you, but I get up at this time every day."
"Seven o'clock? Are you crazy?" Nezha asked incredulously. "We don’t even have an early class today!"
"A regular routine helps maintain a good mental state," Ao Bing replied calmly, completely unfazed by Nezha's reaction. "Besides, I'm used to getting up early to read and review."
Nezha rolled his eyes. "You’re insane..."
Ao Bing pretended not to hear that remark and continued with his morning routine. He walked over to the desk, took out a hefty book, then quietly sat down and flipped to a marked page, beginning to read intently.
Nezha found it impossible to fall back asleep again and reluctantly sat up, yawning and scratching his messy red hair. He casually threw off the blanket, revealing his body clad only in shorts, then stretched widely, the joints in his body cracking audibly.
"That dream last night was really strange..." Nezha murmured to himself, recalling the giant dragon in the clouds. "It felt like I’ve seen it somewhere before..."
Hearing Nezha's muttering, Ao Bing furrowed his brow slightly but said nothing more, focusing his attention back on the book in front of him.
Nezha jumped off the bed, his bare feet hitting the floor as he walked straight to the bathroom. As he passed Ao Bing, he deliberately yawned loudly, as if protesting the early hour.
When he returned to the room, he noticed Ao Bing looking at the footprints he had left behind with a complicated expression.
"What’s wrong?" Nezha asked provocatively.
Ao Bing sighed softly. "I just cleaned the floor."
"Oh, sorry," Nezha replied casually, though there was no hint of sincerity in his tone. "The floor is meant to be walked on, isn’t it?"
Ao Bing chose not to respond to the obvious provocation and lowered his gaze back to his book. Nezha rolled his eyes and walked over to his wardrobe, rummaging through his clothes. He pulled out a wrinkled red T-shirt from a pile and sniffed it, confirming it didn’t smell too bad before putting it on. Next was a pair of ripped jeans, also crumpled and shoved into a corner of the wardrobe.
Once dressed, Nezha sat on the edge of the bed and began searching for his sneakers. His luggage had been carelessly piled under the bed last night, and as he pulled out the suitcase, various items tumbled to the floor—socks, snack wrappers, a few crumpled magazines, and even an apple core that had been there for who knows how long, giving off a faint odor of decay.
Ao Bing's frown deepened, but he remained silent, seemingly determined not to let Nezha's chaos affect him.
"Found them!" Nezha exclaimed as he finally dug out a pair of sneakers from the bottom of the suitcase, still caked with some dirt. He brushed them off carelessly and prepared to put them on.
"Wait," Ao Bing finally spoke up, a hint of distaste in his voice. "Please don’t wear dirty shoes indoors."
"What’s the big deal?" Nezha asked in confusion. "I’m going out soon anyway."
"This is basic etiquette," Ao Bing said, putting down the book with a calm yet firm tone. "Dirty shoes will bring mud onto the floor, causing unnecessary pollution. If you intend to wear them, please clean them first."
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