The wind in September still has a bit of late-summer energy, making the camphor leaves of Yuying Middle School rustle, and also causing the red banner at the door of the teaching building to dangle - "Welcome senior high school students to return to school, sprint for the college entrance examination, and realize their dreams." With fart ideals, Shao Yan held half a piece of uneaten steamed bun in his mouth, carried a white washed black backpack, buried his head so close to his chest, and moved slowly towards the direction of Class 1, Grade 3 (1).
