Zhou Ning, with Xia Momo, raced up the mountain, and Zhou Ning couldn't help but feel apprehensive as Xia Momo put it that way.
Mr. Zhao, in the group, was quite the jinx—whenever he predicted heat, they were sure to be out in the hottest sun, not to mention Mr. He, the unlucky chap whose shifts always brought patient counts several times higher than others, an undeniable fact that left him quite helpless.
After much analysis, Zhou Ning came to a conclusion: his luck had always been good, the kind that catches the last train despite a late start, just like when he took the civil service exam, as well as his own college entrance exams, graduation, and whatnot.
Things looked hopeless, but he'd stumbled along to this day. Zhou Ning cleared his throat, got his backpack ready, shook off these messy thoughts, and quickened his pace up the mountain, dragging Xia Momo along.
