The quick showered Zhang Yu came downstairs carrying a heavy backpack; the backpack of a high school senior is indeed heavy.
Sometimes she thinks that maybe she should get a suitcase for school; this is just part of the textbooks, and the school desk and the surface are piled with many other books.
As for the tutoring materials at home, those are even more numerous.
Zhang Yinghao was already having breakfast at the dining table downstairs, and upon seeing Zhang Yu, he was excited, "Sister, why do you go jogging every morning now?"
"Weren't you the one who disliked exercise?" Zhang Yinghao looked at Zhang Yu curiously.
Sigh, Zhang Yu felt helpless. As a child living in the old house for years, suddenly making a big change has certainly made many people curious and confused.
"I don't like exercise. If I could, of course, I wouldn't want to exercise."
"But there's no choice, it's senior year. It's not only a battle of the brains but also a test of physical health."
