Other people's Gaokao is a matter of life and death, but for him, it's just a holiday break.
Suddenly, Lu Yang ran over to him.
"Come quickly, there's a journalist interview; let's show our faces and say a few words."
Zhang Shan then remembered he had publicity duties today. After bidding Bai Mo farewell, he tidied his hair, adjusted his collar, readied his stance for the journalists and cameras, and turned to leave.
...
No. 47 Middle School, first teaching building, seventh floor, the easternmost room was exam room 701.
Further west was a multimedia lecture room.
Further west was a public toilet.
Further west was exam room 702.
At this moment, inside the multimedia classroom, the curtains were drawn, and the light was dim.
Chen Anjing wore loose black sportswear, holding a cello case, sitting on the podium, memories flashing back to a summer several years ago. At that time, she played the cello in this lecture room, on this stage, on this chair.
