Zhou Dongdong walked ahead with a huge backpack on her back, bouncing on tiptoe with her hands swinging from side to side, taking the noble and elegant strides of a first-grade elementary school student.
In fact, carefree kindergarten children had the noblest and most elegant gait, with first graders coming slightly behind.
The higher the grade, the greater the academic pressure, the heavier the backpack, and the harder it became for one's steps to remain light and lively. Naturally, they could no longer be noble and elegant.
By that logic, seniors in high school lived like dogs, barely dragging out their existence, with nothing to do with nobility or elegance. Even after entering college, they had already forgotten the carefree days they once had and learned only how to slack off and rot.
Lu Si'en was no longer as timid and fearful as he had been at first. He had regained some of the relaxed attitude toward life that a dog brain could understand. One moment, he gnawed on the curb; the next, he leaped into the shrubbery and thrashed around a few times, displaying the unique character of being Zhou Dongdong's dog.
"Zhou Dongdong, why do you always linger outside all kinds of shops after school? You barely have any money in your pocket." Liu Chang'an hoped Zhou Dongdong would gain some maturity by understanding the harshness of reality.
Zhou Dongdong dug through her pockets. She still had a one-yuan coin and a one-yuan bill. Two yuan could buy four pieces of spring-water tofu, or four little skewers, enough to fill half a plastic takeaway container.
The vendors selling spring-water tofu were often shrewd about controlling costs. If an elementary school student spent too little, even those foam takeaway containers that would melt at the touch of hot oil