She actually thought her bed was pretty good.
But she really hadn't planned on staying tonight, so after tossing the extra futon and its bag from home up on the top bunk, and locking her suitcase in the closet, she just left.
Fan Tianyu was speechless, "You really don't need to clean things up a bit? Don't you think the desk is filthy?"
"I do, but we're not staying here, and on the first day they're literally herding us off to military training. We'll be gone for 20 days, and by the time we're back the bed will be dirty again anyway, so what's the point?"
As Mei Mengzhen was speaking, she bumped into Liang Xiao in the stairwell, who had come up to find her. Clearly, Liang Xiao was just like her—if she planned to make her bed, there was no way it could be done that fast.
Fan Tianyu was out of words, but couldn't really argue, because Mei Mengzhen was just stating facts.
