The lights-out bugle sounded, but the tent was not as quiet as expected.
Snoring and teeth-grinding were like a duet—one wave hadn't subsided before another rose, leaving many suffering.
Some were whispering, planning how to achieve better results in the assessment.
"Xiao Feng, are you asleep?" Iron Boy poked his head over the edge of the bed, face down, asking.
Xiao Feng didn't open his eyes but replied, "I'm not asleep."
"Oh." Iron Boy lay back down, sighed, and said, "Around this time, I'm usually video chatting with Lily. I wonder what she's doing now?"
Xiao Feng didn't respond to him and waited quietly.
Waiting for Pei Dengke to report back.
Before long, several people draped themselves in clothes and stepped out of the tent, planning to use the bathroom before sleeping.
Sleeping on the lower bunk as well, Pei Dengke crawled out from under the blanket, draped his clothes over himself, and as he exited the tent, tossed a crumpled paper ball by Xiao Feng's pillow.
