Three more days passed. There were now seven days until the New Year.
Early this morning, Han Wenwen, her long hair draped over her shoulders and wearing strawberry pajamas, sat at her computer and launched a competitive game.
There was a knock at the door.
A look of pleasant surprise appeared on Han Wenwen's face. "Classmate Lin Zhengran?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"I'm in a game. Let yourself in, Classmate Lin Zhengran."
Lin Zhengran took the spare key out of his pocket. After opening the door, he saw the Little Fox sitting in her chair. "You're up so early today?"
Han Wenwen clicked her mouse. "Gotta make a living. I'm using the winter break to play more and build up a backlog of footage."
Lin Zhengran put the breakfast aside, grabbed a chair, and sat down next to Han Wenwen.
Han Wenwen's screen recording software was on, but it wasn't capturing audio. She smiled and asked, "What did you buy for breakfast, Classmate Lin Zhengran?"
"Steamed buns."
