The sun was setting, and the tired birds were returning to their nests.
The first-year students finally ended their hard work beside the mud pond and left the lakeside with their exhausted bodies.
"We've been working hard all afternoon, only to get one credit," Zheng Qing rubbed his sore shoulders, staring at the bright red number on the student card, and sighed sadly.
"What, is it our fault?" Zhang Ji Xin rolled his eyes and grumbled.
His originally flushed face, after deep roasting under the sun, had deepened to a purple touch, becoming darker. This made his temper even more irritable.
Zheng Qing remembered how he took on this task and awkwardly tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Having one credit isn't too bad," Duan Xiao Jian tried to make peace and laughed, "you know, some people have to work hard for a whole week and can't even earn one credit... I'm quite satisfied."
"And the lunch was pretty good." Xin Fat Man was still smacking his lips with satisfaction.
