Upon hearing the latest news about Lin Zhou, a meeting was held early this morning.
"Let's go together. I'll go back and tell my mom I'm going to a classmate's house tonight and will be home later."
Is fried fish as delicious as candied hawthorn?
"I don't know, I've never had fried fish before."
"My uncle brought me some fried chicken that my older brother made last time. It was so delicious. I guess fried fish is just as good as fried chicken."
"That's why we should try it if we've never eaten it before. I'll go with you."
"Hehe, it just so happens that today is Friday, and there are no classes tomorrow and the day after, so I can go see my big brother."
"Okay, it's settled then. We'll meet at the school gate after school this afternoon and take a taxi together."
"Why didn't you let your family drive us there?"
“What do you know? My mom says street food is all junk food and she won’t let me eat it. We have to sneak off to eat it.”
"Oh, I see. I understand."
So, when Chen Feng got home at noon, he told his mother that he didn't need his family's car to pick him up after school; he would go to his classmate's house to play in his classmate's car.
Chen's mother didn't think much of it.
Tomorrow is Saturday, so there's no need to rush to do homework. He readily nodded and even gave me some extra pocket money.
Chen Feng was very happy.
The same applies to the students in the class who participated in the activities.
The teachers, seeing that everyone was fidgeting and glancing out the window every now and then, assumed that they were looking forward to the end of the school day and that they wouldn't have to go to class tomorrow.
Think back to when they were kids, they looked forward to Fridays the most. The closer it got to the end of school, the less they could sit still, like they had nails in their butts.
Looking at these children, they are no different from when they were young.
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