A CERTAIN SOMEONE ( THE ON1Y ONE )

Chapter 018 - Homework Spotcheck

He’s The One Who’s Dead, He Did Not Do A Single Subject At All.

That night, a certain drunkard went to sleep perfectly satisfied.
The second morning, he woke up with a start.

The time on his phone showed that it was 5.37am, there was still more than 30 minutes until his daily alarm rang. The air condition hummed at a low speed. Sheng Wang rethinked his life as he sat on his bed, hugging his pillow.
There were three major laws for Newton, there were two major conflicts for socialism. 16 years of his life, and there was only one thing he could not figure out—
Why do people drink?

He drank five mugs last night, and lost his entire lifetime supply of face because of that.
Let’s recall what he did. The killer would be what he said to Jiang Tian. Were those even words of a human? Words like that, even if someone gave him ten thousand dollars, he would refuse to let it leave his mouth at all.

He wanted to smother himself to death on the bed. However, after trying for five minutes, his phone vibrated. He groped around all zombie-like, and hauled it over. It was a notification about a transfer into his bank account, the transferer was his dad.
Who knew what international time zone Sheng Mingyang was living with right now, he gave him money for some mysterious reason that early in the morning.

Sheng Wang switched to WeChat, wanting to send his dad a voice message. However, the moment he went in he saw Jiang Tian, who was all the way at the top. The last message was at 11+ last night, said content was still that ‘Then I’m entering.”
With a shake of his hand, he left the app again.

In the end it was still Sheng Mingyang who sent a message first. Sheng Wang directly accessed it from his notification panel.

His dad’s message was a forwarded message with much middle age energy to it, saying that the weather had been erratic lately, young people who often stay in air-conditioned rooms for a long time would often run into all sorts of minor health troubles, it should be flu season now.
Sheng Wang sniffled, thinking that his dad probably acquired clairvoyance.

With his cold and hangover, his throat was parched to the point of cracking open. He was guilty enough to not dare send voice messages, and so he could only type.

Canned: Dad, why did you suddenly send me money?
Encyclopedia of Good Health: I sent it the moment I recalled. Why are you up so early today?
Canned: Hardworking.
Encyclopedia of Good Health: [thumbs up]
Encyclopedia of Good Health: Then you should be leaving for school already. Remember to eat your breakfast.
Canned: Okay.

Sheng Wang closed his WeChat, and saw that it was 5.45am on his phone. Comrade Sheng Mingyang gave him a new way out. Though he lost his face, weren’t his legs perfectly fine? While nobody’s up at this time, he could probably sneak to school!

He took action the moment he decided. Sheng Wang immediately jumped off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, took a quick shower and thoroughly blow-dried his hair with a quiet hair dryer. 5.53am, he grabbed his school jacket, grabbed his bag and was about to leave.
His hand was already touching the doorknob before he pouted and retreated back to the bed. That bag full of medicine was quietly lying down beside his pillow. He grabbed his bangs, and fretted for a while before deciding to toss the bag into his bag anyways.

With this back and forth, he was delayed by two minutes, and young master Sheng finally met his retribution—
The moment he opened his bedroom door, he saw Jiang Tian walking out next door with a bag in his hands.

Shit.
Sheng Wang’s mind went blank, and instantly shut the door again. He squatted behind the door, burying his face in his palms, feeling like life was too unpredictable.