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[And thus, November neared the end]

Zihao released a happy sigh as he sinks further into his bed. After going around and congratulating all the students for their efforts at the Cultural Festival, he spent some much-needed time sleeping. While it may not have been much, nothing beats the comfort of your own bed. Especially when you can wake up whenever you want.

Flickers of light began to shine through the curtains in his room, directly hitting him in the eye. Groaning, Zihao rolls off his bed with an annoyed look. Wrapping the grey blanket around his body to avoid being cold, he sluggishly drags himself out of his room. Letting a yawn escape his lips, he stumbles into the kitchen in search for some food.

 "ZIHAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

"Shit."

One thing Zihao always made sure to do, something he has tried to hardest to do for the past five or six years. Wake up before Hu. Even if his life depended on it, and this is exactly why.

Before Zihao had a chance to respond, he found himself being held in the air like a cat. Squeezing him tightly, Hu shook the poor boy around like a ragdoll. "GOOD MORNING!!" The energic boy screamed while giving Zihao one last squeeze. Finally placing Zihao back on the floor, he was met with a flick to his forehead.

"Too early," Was all Zihao grumbled out before turning back to the fridge. His face contorted into a scowl as he searched for something to eat.

Hu stifled a laugh as Zihao complained about the lack of milk in the fridge. It was uncommon for him to be the first one awake, but he always found enjoyment in Zihao's grumpy morning nature. It was like a cat who just got back from the groomer.