The aftermath was indeed as Xu Qingfan had anticipated: after Guan Biyue collected the winter homework, she simply flipped through it with her thumb to make sure there were no blanks and then paid it no further attention.
Over thirty happy winter holiday workbooks huddled in a corner gathering dust, just waiting for someone destined to take them and remake them.
With the start of the new semester, new vibes were in the air; whether you were in the classroom, the cafeteria, or the restroom, your nose could always catch the lingering scent of 84 disinfectant after the floors had been mopped.
After getting used to the early eight o'clock starts that turned people into zombies for the first few days, life quickly returned to its peaceful routine.
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"Our group's temperature is normal," Xu Qingfan yawned and reported the body temperatures of his group members to Xiao Ruawen.
