Three days went by in a flash.
There were no melodramatic incidents of lost exam admission tickets, nor any mental breakdowns—at least, not for the six of them.
As the final bell for the afternoon chemistry exam rang out, it seemed to officially mark the end of their three years in junior high.
"The examination is over, all students please stop writing..."
The afternoon sun was just right, shining on his face so you couldn't see his features.
Xu Qingfan stretched languidly, having turned in his paper twenty minutes earlier, and now stood at the most visible spot in the corridor waiting for the five girls to join up.
The announcement of the exam's end blared over the loudspeaker, and Xu Qingfan took a photo with the teaching building, sending it to their six-person group chat.
After about five or six minutes, students began to trickle out of the classrooms, many with faces flushed from post-excitement, and quite a few emotionally overwhelmed.
