January 15th, Thursday, morning.
Three years in high school, only three years.
If the average lifespan of a person is 80 years, then these 3 years only account for 3.7% of life.
Looking back after graduation, high school seems barely a fleeting moment, but while living through it, time feels as slow as a snail.
The lingering sound of the class bell echoed in Chen Qian's ears; the playful laughter and banter of classmates filled the air, rushing into his mind.
Chen Qian lifted his head from the sea of problems, observing the two water dispensers in the northwest corner with a lonely, indifferent gaze, as girls crowded in the corner, waiting for the water to boil.
In summer, ice-cold drinks can be a transition, but with the current temperatures, even a man as tough as steel needs hot water to get things down his throat.
