Strolling along the path to the classroom, he looked at the ancient campus filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, lush trees, and well-arranged teaching buildings. Everywhere was full of vibrant energy yet appeared more elegant and serene, but he didn't know how long this peaceful life could last.
Perhaps it was time for him to remind Song Lin that it might be time to leave. Not every persistence and effort yield results—leaving is also for a better future.
"These days they've been acting a bit odd, especially Song Lin, who has been silent with his books. We can't console him, so we try to keep him in the middle during lectures."
Zhang Guoqing nodded slightly, "We'll talk when we're back."
When he got into the classroom, a few classmates were discussing with their books, among which Song Lin was prominently present. It was mealtime, and Zhang Guoqing knew at a glance that these bookworms must be discussing experimental doubts.
