Time imperceptibly slipped away, and before long, the number of students at school kept increasing, and the vibrance of youth seemed to progressively smother the upperclassmen like He Qing, leaving them struggling to keep up. The only consolation was that due to the intense sun during the military training period, the group of tender and fresh underclassmen were tanned to a dark crisp, much to the delight of the sophomores and juniors.
The National Day holiday had just ended, and with no morning classes, He Qing lingered in bed for quite a while before she finally felt alive again.
Recently, she'd been busy like a bricklayer, either looking for someone to clean up the stray animal shelter or negotiating with manufacturers for wholesale deals on dog and cat food, kennels, mats, and so on — bustling about all day, nearly wishing she could clone herself with a "talisman."
Thankfully, she managed to finish everything before the cool of autumn set in.
