Class Three.
It's lunchtime now, but except for the students who went out to meet their physiological needs, no one else has left their seat.
Looking around, everyone is diligently writing.
The whole classroom is very quiet, with only the sound of pens scratching on test papers.
Twelfth grade—even the most mischievous students have started taking things seriously.
This semester determines the direction of their future lives.
These young people, around eighteen years old, have begun to understand that they must take responsibility for their own lives.
"Changhuan, someone is looking for you." The crisp voice of a classmate near the window interrupted everyone's thoughts.
Many people looked up curiously, and saw the boy standing outside the window.
The weather had begun to warm up, Lin Ze had taken off his thick coat and wore a light jacket, exuding the full flavor of youth.
