Got on the little train, Zhou Jiao waved goodbye to Zhang Guoqing.
On the first day of school, Zhang Guoqing got roped in. What's the class monitor for? Just as Zhang Guoqing declared, serving the class wholeheartedly.
He served the class, and after the class committee meeting, Zhou Jiao hurried home to serve her son.
Getting off the little train, Zhou Jiao frowned at the crowded bus, casting a disdainful glance; she'd rather walk than bear the smell of sweat.
She walked a section feeling guilty, finally managing to flag down a tricycle. She didn't bother to haggle, paid twenty cents, and quickly went home.
Today she spent a day living campus life, knowing that she would have to go to the countryside to help with farm work next and participate in the National Day celebrations rehearsals. Not to mention Zhang Guoqing, even she couldn't possibly be with the child every day.
