Elder Zhou left, and the members of the Qinghe Club sat in the dormitory, feeling a bit worried.
Their initial fervor, that rush of blood when they arrived, vowing to stand their ground on the last watch, had gradually subsided. In reality, most of the successful people rely not merely on passion and momentum, but on an exceptionally strong will.
Although the dormitory was a newly built school building, because it was new, it was still a bit damp inside.
It was mid-January, and it was so cold that everyone kept their hands in their pockets, unwilling to take them out. Liu Bing flipped through the stored items in the dormitory: just a bit of rice and flour, and some vegetable leaves...
Having rice and flour meant they wouldn't starve, and right next to the school building was a communal kitchen with two large stoves supporting two big pots, which also required burning wood.
