Another Attempt At My Job Chapter 11

When you don't get enough sleep, even the pleasant chirping of insects and birds outside the window, and the sound of the wind blowing leaves become the irritation of hearing the wake-up alarm.

Blake Jing did not hide his embarrassment, sitting crookedly on the bed, yawning with one hand on his knees, half-closed eyes watching Max changing clothes, the sick look from yesterday had faded, and he returned to his usual indifferent look.

The small suit and shorts made of woolen fabric were put on one by one. Compared with the kimono usually worn, it added agility that should be expected at this age.

Blake Jing raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall, feeling a little surprised: "It's only seven o'clock, where are you going? Who is so unlucky to see you?" He paused for a moment, looked at the young man and teased: "You're still dressed like this. Like a person."

It's like he's not a normal person.