The golden sunshine filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled light upon the pavilion on the mountainside.
The clear chirping of birds mingled with the sound of students reading aloud.
Because it was quiet and had a good environment, quite a few people studied here during the day. This school, aside from slackers like Brother Nan, never lacked people working hard for their future.
But now, alcohol burners and a hot pot were set up in the pavilion, and the stone table was laden with dishes and dipping sauces. Zhou Li and Huai Xu sat waiting, while Tuanzi squatted by the table.
The figures of the four from Room 106 appeared on the stone stairs.
The four had divided the labor: Baozi carried seven or eight cans of beer; Mianmian and Qian Qian each held a large bottle of Sprite and a large bottle of Yibao water; Brother Nan carried two empty trash bags, which seemed to also contain a pack of tissues.
