When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was the ceiling, dotted with dull, faded bloodstains and occasional mosquito marks.
It still felt somewhat unfamiliar.
Zhou Li rubbed his head.
He'd dreamt about Li Daimao last night. In it, Brother Nan had apparently beaten all the student council ministers, chairpersons, and Party branch secretaries half to death and thrown them into the river. When the police arrived, she insisted Zhou Li had orchestrated it, claiming there was even evidence.
Zhou Li woke up just as he was about to be imprisoned.
Yawning, he sat up. Huai Xu was on the lower bunk, looking up at him and forcibly suppressing his eagerness.
"You're awake?"
Zhou Li didn't reply, instead getting out of bed to wash up.
About half an hour later, they exchanged places again in the cafeteria restroom.
Zhou Li handed his phone to Huai Xu. "Know how to use this?"
"A little."
