The morning sun barely peeks through the curtains when the alarm starts screaming like it's possessed.
"Jiang!" I groan, burying my face in the pillow. "Turn off your alarm, or I'll smash your phone into another galaxy!"
But no. Jiang is already vibing to the alarm tone like it's his personal morning anthem. He's bobbing his head, hair sticking out in every direction, grinning like a child on too much sugar.
"Good morning, Yunhua! The sun is shining, humans are alive, and I have a phone that sings to me!" he says, doing some kind of dance move on the bed.
I peek out from under the blanket with one eye. "It's not singing. It's screaming. I'm screaming."
He gasps dramatically, clutching his chest. "You don't like my morning song? I can find new one!" He snatches the phone and scrolls through ringtones. "This one is like... duck quacking! You like ducks?"
"Jiang, if you play one duck sound, I swear—"
Quack quack quack.
"JIANG!"
