C118 Frog calamity

There were clothes of all colors everywhere, and a laptop was open, along with a few documents scattered beside it. Miao Yang sat on the bed, his face pale. He was holding the phone, his tone anxious and out of control.

"What?" You don't have any tickets for tomorrow? "

"The day after tomorrow. No, it's too late …" "What? How much is a soft sleeper ticket?"

When Lu Xiang walked into the dorm