On the first day of school, Zheng Qing deeply felt what the 'academic pressure' mentioned by the senior students last year really meant.
Without the pleasantries and preamble of last year's start, Old Yao immediately adopted the same attitude as the final exam sprint of last year. The class was compact and complex, and not only was there a pile of homework assigned afterwards, but everyone was also asked to prepare for the next class. It felt as if someone was standing behind them, vigorously waving a long whip.
At the thought of the whip cracking loudly in the air, the young scholarship student couldn't help but shiver and instinctively quicken his pace.
He wanted to go to the library and secure a spot before lunch.
"Sick? Is your magic power backlash acting up again? Do you need me to go to the hospital with you?" Xin Fat Man, walking by his side, noticed Zheng Qing's shiver and immediately leaned in enthusiastically, holding half-eaten cake in hand, mumbling as he asked.
