Gazing into those pairs of fervent eyes, Lin Nianhe suddenly felt the impulse to start a class on success studies.
A slight daze later, she quickly shook her head, casting that wicked thought out of her mind.
The young comrades, unexposed to extensive motivational platitudes, were exhilarated by Lin Nianhe's words, their spirits lifted and then, filled with warm tears.
It was Wang Dong who first broke the silence; he stood up abruptly from the table, went back inside, and brought out his small bamboo pole.
Clenching the bamboo pole with one hand, veins on the back of his hand bulging, he faced the midday sun and swung his arms to raise the small bamboo pole high:
"Today with long cord in hand, when shall I bind the azure dragon!"
His face, flushed with excitement, brimmed with determination, bathed in the golden glow of the searing sun, as if he were a general about to set off to war.
