Sunday, evening self-study.
Dong Qingfeng, who attended the Evergreen Liquid banquet, posted photos from inside the restaurant in the class group: wine-filled goblets, steaks with a touch of red, fruit salad on the table, and the beautiful night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Just looking at them, you can feel an overwhelming sense of sophistication.
Gazing at the scene on the phone screen, Dan Kaiquan, who had just finished copying the test paper, glanced at the pile of textbooks next to him and suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion and monotony.
He sighed, "High school life is so dull, it's the same daily—doing exercises, running, working out, I'm becoming numb."
Hu Jun, happily playing on his phone, said, "No, I think it's quite alright."
He now had some small money he got from Qi Tianheng.
