New semester, Zhou Jiao diligently goes about her work, conducting herself with propriety.
The more undercurrent brews beneath, the more she spends a lot of time in the student department serving everyone, always smiling and not speaking in school.
Zhou Jiao understands better than anyone that the most trying times have arrived.
After multiple returns between the Big Courtyard and school, one accidental weekend before seeing the school had no events, they all agreed to go home together.
On the way back, a few people passed by a large mall, astonished to find the length of the queue beyond imagination.
Even the carefree Wan Dayong shouted, "What's going on? It's been half a month since I went home, and suddenly there are so many people. Is there some major event recently?"
"We came in and out along with you, who knows."
"Listen, there are quite a few regional dialects."
Zhang Guoqing glanced at them, shook his head silently.
