I rely on talking to brush the copy

Le Jing put down the pen in his hand, rubbed his sore wrist, and fatigue rushed over him.

The faint sound of roosters crowing came from outside, and Le Jing suddenly realized that it was already three or four o'clock in the morning of the next day. He was so excited about writing that he forgot the time.

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The morning class of the next day was at seven o'clock, and he could only sleep for two hours at most if he went to bed now.

For the sake of his own health, Le Jing happily decided to take a sick leave today.