The next day, Aiden got up at eight o'clock for morning class. He felt sleepy in the breakfast shop, his head drooping like he was fishing.
He spent a lot of time last night figuring out how to start the accompaniment, how to record, how to upload... It took him two hours to figure it out.
"Huanhuan, were you a thief last night?" Carson brought the breakfast for the three of them on a plate. "Didn't you leave early yesterday?"
Aiden rubbed his eyes: "I didn't sleep well."
"Why is your voice hoarse?" Carson sat down, "Did you catch a cold?"
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