Once the two got on the bus, a final roll call was conducted, and seeing that everyone was present, the green truck left the school.
At first, the roads in the city were decent, all concrete, but once they reached the rural areas, it was nothing but bumpy, uneven dirt tracks—nearly bouncing the students to death inside the bus.
One of the girls couldn't help cursing: "The school is really sick, what's there to build in the countryside, so annoying, my heart is about to be jolted out!"
"Exactly, utterly detestable!"
"I heard that the province we're going to is not only poor and remote, but the weather is also bizarre, cold in the morning and evening like winter, and hot at noon like the height of summer."
"This is pure suffering!"
"Isn't it just!"
The students joined in a chorus of moans, letting out long sighs.
Compared to them, Xia Ningxing remained as calm as if she wasn't going to the countryside for construction but for a vacation, unnervingly serene.
