After a moment of silence, Xu Qingqing wiped away her tears and was the first to extend her hand, shouting with determination, "Let's go!"
One by one, the people around them placed their hands on top of each other's.
Palms touching backs.
Wan Da exclaimed, "As expected of my Brother Qing, she's tough!"
Liu Cunhao cheered, "Charge!"
He Chao sat up and joined in, "Let's go."
Xie Yu was the last one, not saying a word, but placing his hand on He Chao's back.
His fingers were slender, with distinct knuckles.
He Chao couldn't help but stare for a moment, then looked up at Xie Yu.
The two of them locked eyes and suddenly felt like they were looking at their younger selves when they first entered high school. He Chao used to smoke and had a bad reputation, with a fierce look in his eyes, and often got into trouble.
And as the leader of the West Building, no one dared to mess with Xie Yu.
Little did they know that so much would happen later on.
It was pure chance that they met at Liyang No. 2 High School, with no expectations whatsoever...but as Old Tang said, there were "infinite possibilities." Like a miracle, it brought them together.
And there will be more in the future.
More miracles.
No one knew who started laughing first, but then Xie Yu couldn't help but join in, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
Liu Cunhao and the others started boasting like He Chao: "I have an unlimited future."
"I'm definitely someone who will do great things. When I go back later, I'll give each of you a signature. When I become successful in the future--"
"Make the signature bigger. An A4 paper is too small to show off."
"..."
They boasted for a while longer, but their voices gradually faded away.
One by one, everyone lay down on the track, in disorganised rows. They stretched out their arms, feeling the breeze and closing their eyes.
Originally, they had intended to relax and close their eyes, but before long, several of them really fell asleep, with Luo Wenqiang even snoring loudly.
The sound of his snores mixed with the faint chirping of cicadas.
Xie Yu half-opened his eyes and glanced at the night sky.
He didn't have any other thoughts in his mind...he just felt that it was very bright.
......
After taking a walk and having a heart-to-heart talk with the middle-aged man, the atmosphere in Class 3 had improved significantly.
Facing a high-intensity study period that would last half of their summer vacation, everyone had adjusted their mindset and adapted to their new identity as "third-year high school students," completing the first round of revisions before the end of the break.
When the first day of school finally arrived, there was no sense of "new semester" freshness.
A large group of first years entered the school, and the school's broadcast warmly welcomed them. These new students were curious about everything and didn't know much about the school yet.
The other teaching buildings also regained their vitality and were constantly noisy.
Their teaching building was indeed designed for seniors in their third year, so the noise outside didn't really bother them. However, occasionally groups of girls would sneak over to catch a glimpse of the two "legendary figures" in Class 3.
Wu Zheng was especially annoyed and had to open the door several times to chase them away, "Which year are you guys in--"
But before Wu Zheng could finish his sentence, those people would immediately run downstairs like frightened animals.
Wu Zheng had no choice but to close the door and mutter, "Xie Yu, He Chao, you two, stop flirting around and stirring up trouble. These high school first years just started school not too long ago and they're already sneaking around here."
Xie Yu was still working on the problem when he was inexplicably labeled as a flirt: "..."
He Chao was even more confused: "Huh?"
Wu Zheng said, "Stop acting confused. Did you solve that problem just now? Come up and do it again."
He Chao wanted to say, "What does that have to do with me and Xie Yu?" But he thought of the girls at the window pointing towards them just now, and for once he understood. He stood up with his draft paper and whispered, "I didn't do anything wrong, it's just you."
Xie Yu laughed and said, "Go away."
The problem wasn't difficult, and He Chao solved it quickly. It was just that his approach was too novel. Wu Zheng only understood halfway through and asked, "This student, can you solve this problem using a normal approach?"
He Chao replied, "A normal approach? That's not interesting."
Wu Zheng said, "Then yours is really too interesting. Is one blackboard enough for you to write on?"
The whole class burst into laughter.
Wu Zheng learned his lesson and thought to himself that he shouldn't ask this student to solve problems in the future. Too wild and uncontrollable.
"Brother Yu, I didn't quite understand that problem earlier," Wan Da came over after class with his exercise book and said, "I understand up to this point, and then I have to draw the function graph, but I don't understand what to do next..."
The few homework problems that Wu Zheng left for them were a bit difficult, and Wan Da struggled with them.
Xie Yu took a look and said, "You don't understand anything. You drew the graph wrong."
Wan Da quickly corrected the problem with Xie Yu's help, closed the exercise book, and his gossipy heart was ignited again. "Do you guys know that our school is having a coming-of-age ceremony next month?
All of City A's schools carried out the same kind of coming-of-age ceremonies.
The event was quite grand, and the location was far away. In total, they would be out for two days and spend a night in a hotel along the way.
They were looking forward to this mysterious ceremony, but more so to the idea of going out to play.
Xie Yu: "Coming-of-age ceremony?"
Wan Da eagerly replied, "I don't know what it is, but going out to play is the real deal...and we get to stay overnight, which sounds pretty cool."
Those spring and autumn outings were never really fun, but this time it was just like going on a trip.
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