At sunset, Wang Jing, a student of Guozi Bureau, rubbed his forehead and followed the crowd out of the classroom with a pounding headache.
While he was moving aimlessly towards the dining hall, a figure squeezed in front of him.
"Wang, tomorrow is our day off, how about we go for a walk by the Qinhuai River?"
"Are you still in the mood to go to the Qinhuai River after today?"
Wang Jing pressed his temples, looking pale. He noticed this was Long Rui, one of his few close friends at Guozi Bureau.
"I've been writing all day, and I don't even have the strength to move. It's amazing that you're still in the mood to go to that place."
"Isn't someone treating?" Long Rui sheepishly smiled, "It's our dorm mate, the rich one. He said everyone from our dorm should come, and we're going to the Baoxing Pavilion, one of the top ten famous buildings by the Qinhuai River. It's not an ordinary place."
"Baoxing Pavilion? Such good luck? What a generous guy! Where are they?"
