The next day, the entire school felt different. Fewer people were doing laundry, fewer were attending morning exercises and morning reading, and the whole school had fallen into a state of restless anticipation.
The weekend had arrived.
What? Yesterday had already been the weekend?
No, no, no. At Fengming First High School, "the weekend" specifically meant Sunday—and only Sunday afternoon at that. Of the entire week, only Sunday afternoon and evening allowed students to leave campus. Whether they went home or wandered around, they finally had half a day to rest. Sunday morning still had classes, of course, but lessons generally were not scheduled; it was merely unified self-study.
With the self-control of High School Students, they had begun yearning for it two days ago. By early Sunday morning, they were already preparing to slip away like oil on their soles.
Shi Tiexin, however, showed no change. He still went to read his literacy cards early in the morning. He no longer needed to read initials and finals; instead, he pronounced each sound clearly and distinctly, with clear and resonant pronunciation.
The first level of Rhetoric had exploited a little bug and reached Proficient early. Though he had not practiced at high intensity these past few days, he had still gained more than twenty points of progress here and there in scattered bits of time.
After reaching Proficient, his level was already quite high. Even when Shi Tiexin was merely reading, people found his pronunciation standard and pleasant to hear—if not for how stiff and rigid his intonation was.
Without the slightest change in his routine, Shi Tiexin ate breakfast and refined Primal Vital Energy. After a week, nearly sixty strands of Primal Vital Energy were roaming through his lower abdomen. One hundred strands were close at hand, and that