Winter vacations in memory always seemed exceptionally short.
Before you could enjoy them for long, they had already slipped away in a rush.
The eighteenth day of the first month—February 17, 2014.
Yuzhou No.4 Middle School reopened.
At breakfast, Xue Yuantong sat on her Small Stool with her head slightly tilted, sighing nonstop, her face utterly lifeless.
Jiang Ning held a steamed bun and watched her. She had developed this symptom several days ago: pre-school sighing syndrome.
The closer school got, the longer her sighs became.
"Ugh."
Xue Yuantong took a bite of her steamed bun. "Jiang Ning, I don't want to go to school."
Jiang Ning: "..."
School starting again was the same everywhere in the world. There was no fixing it.
With Xue Yuantong's grades, she could get permission not to attend evening self-study, but she definitely still had to attend regular classes.
Besides, Jiang Ning felt that Xue Yuantong should be happy enough at school by now, shouldn't she? She did not have to walk, did not have to worry about heat or cold, had snacks to eat, and studying was effortless for her.
With benefits that good, she could still be picky.
As Jiang Ning ate corn, he noticed that Xue Yuantong had barely touched her food, so he suggested, "Whoever finishes breakfast last today washes the dishes."
Xue Yuantong immediately stopped sighing and grabbed her corn cob to gnaw on it.
Class 8.
New year, new look. Some students had changed into stylish new clothes.
Meng Gui in particular wore a long black down jacket, its hem nearly reaching his shoes. Combined with his sharp ten-centimeter hairstyle, he looked exceptionally tall and slender.
Meng Gui usually sat in the third-to-last row, but on the first day of school, he had run to the last