On the second day of cram school, Dubian Che woke up earlier than usual; it was only 5:30 AM.
The air conditioning was quite strong inside, and the other three boys were tightly wrapped in their blankets.
Dubian Che quietly left the room, stretching lazily as he came out onto the flat ground of the cram school. There were a few wooden tables and chairs here, covered with dew.
The air was chilly in the early morning, and Dubian Che took a deep breath; the clean air instantly filled his lungs, and closing his eyes, he felt as though he was back in his hometown in the countryside.
If it weren't for the Wind Instrument Club, he would probably be in the village, going up the mountains and down the rivers, fishing, and hunting.
After doing a few chest expansion exercises and stretching his legs, he ran towards the forest.
The rising sun shone through the dense tree branches, forming columns of light in the forest, and the chirping of various birds could be heard in the distance.
