Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, the first snow arrived.
Some of the students lacking adequate clothing and food received school notifications to pick up quilts, cotton-padded jackets, and pants at designated locations. Besides this, daily life seemed unchanged.
The campus still teemed with crowds rushing to various classrooms during breaks, accompanied by the broadcaster blaring the sports march and radio calisthenics.
Laboratory classes, public lectures, ideology courses, and voluntary labor remained as they were.
If anything had changed, what struck Zhou Jiao most was the decline in food quality, the dwindling number of students participating in physical exercise, and the fact she couldn't always return home.
Zhang Guoqing fetched the meal, declined his classmates' invitation for a dinner gathering downstairs, and upon returning to his room, he found Zhou Jiao engrossed in her books again. He was curious how Zhou Jiao managed to maintain good eyesight.
