February 27th, Hundredth-day Pledge Ceremony…
Song Fengwan opened her eyes and turned on her phone. She saw Fu Chen's WeChat message. [Morning. Countdown: 100 days.]
She lay on the bed and replied, [Morning, Third Brother.]
Her lips curled up slightly. She was feeling nervous and fidgety, but she was also excited.
Yuncheng First High School had compressed the entire high school curriculum to a year and a half. So in the second term of year two, they had entered the preparatory phase for the college entrance examination. Revision in the first stage, tackling questions in the second stage, consolidation in the third stage… The days of repeatedly practicing questions were tedious yet extremely fulfilling and nervous.
By the time she washed up and went downstairs, Qiao Aiyun was busy in the kitchen, and Yan Wangchuan had yet to return from his morning run.
