5:35 AM
The alarm clock with the standard Samsung alarm clock sound breaks the silence of the dark room. Red Son grudgingly wakes up and turns off the alarm clock. Great, Another day. Red Son gets out of bed. His maids are beside him in a flash. The girls quickly make the beds. Lizard tails stick out from under their floor-length skirts. The girls immediately disappear, leaving a black velvet robe with gold jewelry on the bed. Red Son silently slips the robe over his naked body and puts on the same black slippers.
He heads to his private bathroom. The bathroom there has long been prepared by other servants. Red Son undresses, hangs up the robe. His delicate snow-white foot touches the scalding hot water. Perfect. The guy sinks into the water and lets out a satisfied exhale. His muscles finally relax.
An hour is spent bathing, masks, creams, washes, and grooming. After that, Red Son dresses in his usual costume for university: red shirt, black pants, black shoes. A black jacket (just in case), a gold brooch, a watch, and a black briefcase.
The young man walks down the expensive stairs and enters the huge dining room. Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan are already having breakfast there. The parents are chatting sweetly as if they were teenagers in love, but when they see Red Son, they stop talking. After a few minutes of quiet and tense breakfast, Red Son wipes his mouth with a napkin, stands up, makes a bow, and leaves. As the servants open the door in front of him and he is about to leave, Red Son hears a quiet masculine, "Have a good time."
Red Son sighs tensely, muscles relaxing. He's finally in his car. He drives it himself, not wanting others to do the job for him. Red Son knows that his parents love him... they just can't show it. And that makes Red Son hurt even more.
Finally, he parked his car and got out of it. The familiar Lux University building. Red son walks in and calmly walks down the hallway, passing students and professors. He's on his way to the audience number 442. It supposed be philosophy class now. Assuming no one disturbs him, of course.