A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

1:00 AM

In the dark dormitory, a bed began to make faint rustling noises, followed by the covers puffing up. A bright blue light flashed briefly before quickly going dark again.

Conscience-stricken, unable to sleep, and secretly replying to messages, Yang An thought: Regardless of future floods, reply to today's message today!

Uh, no, it's technically yesterday.

After replying to Mr. Yu's message, he lay back down, adjusted the covers, and closed his eyes.

Perhaps replying to messages really has a magical effect. His clear mind slowly gave way to drowsiness, and he lost consciousness in the foggy space.

A night of sweet dreams.

"Good morning, you've been waking up early these past few days." Chen Shuming greeted with a smile, already accustomed to meeting a beta in the morning.

"Ah, good morning!" Yang An turned off the water valve, looked up. The light at the top was cool white, water droplets running down his smooth forehead, his handsome brows reflecting a refreshing charm. "Not too bad, just half an hour earlier."

Chen Shuming shrugged and shook his head, teasing, "If it weren't for an early class, I wouldn't want to get up at six. At least twenty minutes more."

Pausing, he exaggeratedly spread his hands, looking up at the ceiling, and said dreamily, "For example—today."

Yang An took the dry towel from Walker, casually wiped his face, and smiled, "It's just my biological clock messing with me. Once my mind is clear, I can't fall back asleep."

"I'm done, so I'll head out now." He said goodbye, casually grabbing Walker and leaving the bathroom.

"Mm, okay."

Click—The door of the washroom slowly closed.

As Yang An came out, he bumped into Mo Lei. He stopped his steps and greeted, "Good morning."

Mo Lei's usually sharp and aloof eyes looked a bit dazed, as if he wasn't fully awake. He responded slowly, "...Good morning."

Yang An slightly shifted to the side to make way.

Mo Lei lowered his head and thanked him, then entered the washroom from the left.

"Finally able to speak, Master," Walker's mechanical eyes rotated, and its inorganic voice sounded.

Yang An had instructed Walker not to speak in the morning if the other two roommates had not woken up yet.

Yang An glanced at Walker, "That must be tough on you."

Walker followed Yang An step by step, "Not at all. Obeying your commands is my lifelong duty."

Yang An: "..."

"Oh, you're doing great." He looked up, took several stacks of white paper and a fountain pen from the bookshelf, and threw them into the storage compartment.

Buzz buzz buzz—

Yang An paused, not checking the messages on his light brain, but skillfully set it to silent mode before continuing to pack his things.

Walker turned his body, climbing onto the desk to reach a height even with Yang An's gaze, "Master, I guess it's a message from Mr. Yu."

Yang An gave Walker a sidelong glance but didn't say anything, only responding with an "Oh," and continued with his tasks.

Walker tilted its head, "Master—"

"Hmm?" Yang An finished preparing everything and was about to leave the dorm to go to the sports field for a run.