The campus, the lawn, under the tree.
After exhaling a deep breath, Zheng Qing makes a fist and resumes his steady pose.
As if sensing a change, the morning sun leaps above the horizon and darts across the sky.
Zheng Qing takes a long breath at the right moment. The first strand of a seven-colored sunrise flare, draped over his body by the morning sun, transforms into solar radiance and vanishes into his mouth.
"Drink the sun in the morning, eat the twilight in the evening, and at midnight, cultivate the moonlight," Xiao Xiao intones, shaking his head.
Snapping back to reality, Zheng Qing sees that the students around him have various expressions, some eager, some despondent.
"What?" he asks curiously.
