The List

When Fang Zheng had slipped away and returned to his quarters, 

It was almost 11pm. 

Just as Fang Zheng was taking out his keys to open the door, a commotion occurred in the house next door which was occupied by two female university students.

"January brings frost, February brings warmth, March a combination of both. Caught in a dream as I was, unable to guard myself, my throat is filled with ash…" 

"Lin! Jia! Bao! Speak properly." 

"Tongtong, while I slept last night, I think I caught the Spring Flu. My throat is full of phlegm, and I'm completely fatigued. Could you pour some hot water for me and help me get better sooner?" 

"Lin Jiabao! You've spent the entire time in your bed, glued to your laptop and binge-watching series, and you even ate two bags of chips and half a box of tiramisu. Do you think I, Chen Tongtong, would believe you!"