"Phew, summer vacation..."
After taking a shower, Motan, who had quickly dried himself off with a hairdryer, muttered quietly with a wry smile, "The days go by, and I almost forget I'm a student."
After changing into pajamas that had been hanging on the balcony for several days, warm and full of that ozone smell (not unpleasant, in fact quite comforting), Motan slowly walked back to the living room. While working on the only unfinished A4 paper on the table titled 'Mor', he distractedly reflected on whether his carefree and unrestrained university life over the past year had been a bit excessive.
In fact, this reflection had begun in the second week of Motan's enrollment, on the thirteenth day of his official long-term class-skipping life, though it had little effect.
