The second day of Holiday Class.
The classroom was filled with the aroma of youtiao and steamed buns. The students sat up straight, munching breakfast while working through problems, launching a final sprint to finish all 3,000 questions.
Xiang Xiaotong strode into the classroom with a microphone at her mouth. "A lot of you students have been naughty! Last night, I told you to go back and sleep, but some of you secretly submitted answers at two or three in the morning, and others were still secretly submitting answers at four or five. What are you in such a hurry for?"
The classroom erupted in commotion. The students laughed awkwardly, hastily put away their phones, and wolfed down their last few bites of breakfast. They choked and stared wide-eyed, followed by the sound of everyone gulping down water.
"Don't rush. Eat slowly; class won't start for another ten minutes." Xiang Xiaotong said, "If you need to use the restroom, go now. If you have oil on your hands, wash them. Don't turn the textbooks and Exercise Books into fried dough cakes later."
Quite a few students rose with a clatter and hurried out of the classroom. The moment they stepped outside, they froze. A large squad of Teacher Bais stood silently beyond the door, all carrying huge bags in perfect formation, like executioners lying in ambush outside a tent.
After the students who had gone to the restroom returned, the commotion quickly spread throughout the class.
"Oh no, there really is an ambush outside. So many Teacher Bais are carrying huge bags. There must be new questions today!"
"Great! We'll pull another passionate all-nighter tonight. I only want to outwork everyone else—or be outworked by everyone else!"
"This is awful. I won't be able to start up Golden Spatula tonight.