You are like the warm sun

Chapter 52 Staying up late is a pleasure
Looking at the fresh meat bun in his hand, Shao Zhouci took a bite slowly, chewing very little, eating slowly, one bite at a time.

Tang Wan took a bite of the pancake.

Staring at his dark circles, she asked in confusion, "What time did you go to bed last night?"

He lowered his head and thought for a while, "Three o'clock."

"so late?"

Tang Wan didn't know he actually had the habit of staying up late, "Why are you sleeping so late?"

He replied, "Busy."

"Ok?"

Logan blinked.

Based on her understanding of him, the busyness he mentioned definitely did not mean busy doing homework.

Her intuition told her that he should be busy with other things.

But obviously, he didn't intend to tell her.

Tang Wan tactfully didn't delve into the matter further, but she felt she had to remind him of something else. "Shao Zhouci, staying up late frequently can easily lead to sleep disorders, diabetes, heart disease, high blood pressure, and a host of other health problems. It can also cause endocrine disorders, memory loss, hair loss, and vision loss—very serious."

and so……

"Try not to stay up late. Staying up late may feel good for a while, but it will lead to the crematorium if you go to the hospital." She had to remind him all the time that he had been sent to the hospital.

Shao Zhouci: "..."

What is she saying?
The girl's voice was soft and clear, but he couldn't hear her telling him about the dangers of staying up late so early in the morning. Instead, he felt even more sleepy.

The morning reading time at Experimental No. 12 Middle School is seven o'clock.

It took about ten minutes to walk from Shao Zhouci's rental house to the school. Seeing that time was almost up, Tang Wan, a skilled scouting expert, quickly pulled him out the door and packed up the buns he hadn't finished.

At the school gate, student union cadres and teachers were routinely checking student IDs. Tang Wan took out her student ID from her schoolbag and put it on, then took two steps forward, putting some distance between herself and Shao Zhouci.

There is no way around it. The school rules are strict, and students caught in premature love will be invited to the principal's office for "tea."

After arriving in the classroom.

Tang Wan took out her homework and passed it to the back. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the boy in the last row had already slumped down. He must be very sleepy now after staying up late last night. Tang Wan pursed her lips and smiled.

As usual on Monday morning we have to go to the playground for morning meeting.

At the urging of the disciplinary committee, Tang Wan found her alone and helped Shao Zhou resign and apply for leave.

"He's not feeling well, could you please not wake him?"

The disciplinary committee member glanced at the boy lying on the table and sensed something unusual. "Oh, he's not feeling well. Why are you asking for leave for him?"

Tang Wan remained calm and said, "Because he's not feeling well."

commissary in charge of discipline:"……"

Are you putting it here?

We were all classmates, so usually this kind of leave would be granted. "Okay, then he should just rest well in class and not run around. By the way, do you want to take some time off to stay and take care of him?"

Tang Wan blinked and looked at her, "Is it okay?"

The gossip in the disciplinary committee member's eyes became even stronger.

The final result is, of course, accurate.

So, after everyone else had gone down to the playground for morning meeting, Tang Wan tiptoed to the back row of the third group, bending slightly to observe his peaceful sleeping posture and long, curly eyelashes. Clear morning light streamed in through the half-open window, casting a faint halo over his face.

Looking at his exposed fair profile, her eyes moved slightly.

Tang Wan returned to her seat, took out her cell phone from the compartment of her schoolbag, turned it on and walked back to the boy.

He was so soundly asleep that he didn't notice someone standing next to him.

She turned on the camera function on her phone and took a picture of him.

No beauty, no filter.

The boy, both outside and inside the photo, looks like a painting.

(End of this chapter)