First High was located in the west of the city. They arrived after less than twenty minutes of driving.
As the largest and best high school in the district, First High was a well-known school with a rich history.
Tang Hao felt sentimental when he saw the familiar silhouettes of buildings from afar. Even though his departure from the school was abrupt, the year and a half he spent there was somewhat memorable.
The entrance arch to First High was tall and wide. He could see the words "Westridge District First High School" written clearly on the arch while he was still a distance away.
It was the day of reporting in. Many students arrived in their parents' cars.
Tang Hao drove the little three-wheeled motorcycle past the plaza and stopped in front of the entrance to the school.
"I'll send you inside, Yan'er!" Tang Hao said as he hopped off the motorcycle.
Yan'er got off the motorcycle too.
