Sunday morning, 6:30.
It was still dark.
The dim yellow glow of the streetlights was mixed with fine wisps of mist.
At the entrance of Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School, the only sounds on weekdays are the calls of breakfast stalls.
Today, however, the air is filled with the deep roar of engines.
Five red buses were lined up in a row.
The white smoke from the exhaust pipe dissipated quickly in the cold wind.
"Don't push! Line up by class! Class teachers, please count the number of students!"
Fei Yuncheng held a megaphone, and his voice sounded particularly shrill in the cold air.
He was unusually dressed in a black suit today.
He was wearing a dark blue windbreaker, but his face was still as hard as a sheet of iron.
The school gate was a sea of black people.
One hundred and thirty-seven students from the entire school who passed the preliminary selection each carried a transparent stationery bag.
Their facial expressions were either flushed with excessive excitement or pale as if they hadn't slept well.
The parents were kept outside, craning their necks.
They were carrying thermos cups, bread, and some were even holding Dingsheng cakes.
The anticipation in his eyes was even stronger than the winter fog.
Amidst the anxious and tense shouts, Lin Que was looking down, struggling with the egg pancake in his hand.
Wu Di is a good friend.
I went out of my way to buy these from three blocks. The crust was fried until crispy, and the egg inside was so tender it was practically oozing oil.
It was also brushed with a thick layer of sweet bean sauce.
Lin Que took a big bite.
The crispy crust bursts open between your teeth, and the hot steam carrying the aroma of oil rushes straight to your head.
"Brother Que, eat slowly."
Wu Di came closer.
"Don't hiccup during the exam, the sight is too beautiful for me to bear."
The sound of the crispy crust cracking was clearly audible amidst the noise.
"But this time the scale is really large, like going to war."
Not far away, Li Bowen was standing by the bus door.
He held the well-worn reference book in his hands, muttering to himself.
His thick-rimmed glasses were fogged up, but he didn't wipe them off.
The person was in a state of anxiety similar to meditation.
Zhang Ya stood beside him, appearing calm.
But his fingers kept unconsciously rubbing the pencil case.
Shen Qingqiu walked over with the attendance list.
She wore a beige cashmere coat today.
The beige coat was sharply tailored, and the gray scarf covered most of her face.
"Lin Que, Zhang Ya, Li Bowen."
Shen Qingqiu called out the names.
"Get in vehicle number three. Remember, once we arrive, don't wander off; follow instructions."
"receive."
Lin Que swallowed the last bite of the biscuit and threw the packaging bag into the trash can.
He patted the crumbs off his hands, then patted Wu Di on the shoulder, and turned to get into the car.
"Go for it, Brother Que!"
Wu Di shouted loudly.
The heating in the carriage was on full blast, making it even a bit stuffy.
Lin Que found a seat by the window and sat down.
He closed his eyes, as if resting.
In reality, my thoughts had already settled down.
The seat next to me sank down; it was Li Bowen.
"Lin...Lin Que".
Li Bowen's voice carried a barely perceptible tension.
"You know... what if the exam is on 'On Practical Work'? Can I use the editorial about infrastructure that I memorized?"
Lin Que opened one eye and looked at Professor Li's grandson, finding it somewhat amusing.
“Old Li, if you write that thing down, the judges might think you’re applying for a road repair job.”
He paused.
"Relax, just think of it as going to the theater to watch a play."
You don't understand.
Li Bowen, with a bitter expression, looked out the window and murmured softly:
"This is a battle for honor..."
Although he was a science student with aspirations in engineering,
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