Hearing Liu Ningning's reminder, Cha Qing Luo and Zi Lingxi looked at the time. They couldn't delay any longer and had to finish their food quickly.
Then, he went back to the dormitory to pack up and gather with the other dormitories. After that, he went to the field to find the teams from the various classes.
As it was the start of school in September, the sky was still relatively long. When it was almost FiveO' clock, the sky was still bright.
After gathering at FiveO' clock, the number of students in each class was counted.
At half past five, all the classes began to stand in order, and each class had a flag.
The entire field was filled with music.
Listening to the music, it was easy to stir up some thoughts and ripples in one's heart.
While everyone was discussing all sorts of topics, Liu Ningning was quietly reading the poem in her hand.
She was reciting an ancient poem.
