Hannah sat in the study, and despite the windows being tightly shut, she could still hear the sounds of children chasing and frolicking downstairs.
No fireworks were set off during the day, and what the children ignited were mostly boxed firecrackers and drop firecrackers, occasionally accompanied by a few scoldings from the elders.
Probably used the firecrackers to play tricks on others again.
The class group chat was bustling too, soone initiated by sending a red packet and soon, a red packet grabbing ga began in the group chat.
Hannah also sent out a red packet.
It was snatched up in no ti.
Tessa Thompson grabbed the most, and couldn’t wait to send Hannah a ssage.
Hannah took the chance to ask how she was doing back in her hotown.
A minute later, Tessa sent Hannah a pile of photos, "These are all taken in the mountains, it’s snowed here!"
In the photos, the snow clung to the mountains, icicles hung on the treetops, a thick layer of snow covered the ground marked with footprints, which trailed off in various depths.
The last one was a video, where Tessa stood beside a stream. Despite the sub-zero temperature, the stream was still crystal clear, flowing like a mirror, vividly reflecting the pebbles on the riverbed.
In the distance, a veil of faint mist lingered among the mountains and woods, like a fairytale’s icy realm, beautiful and serene.
Tessa’s hotown is a county town around Haicheng, just a few hours’ drive away, though so mountain roads are tough to navigate.
After chatting with Hannah for a while, soone at the door called Tessa out to help.
Tessa could only say goodbye to Hannah and then left with her cellphone.
Today is the Spring Festival, and there are more people going out. Several photos were posted in the class group showing traffic jams on the roads; tourist spots were swamped with people.
—Spending more ti on the road, going out on a trip has beco more about watching people.
—Speaking of which, how many of us haven’t gone back to our hotowns? Let’s gather!
—I heard that many places are organizing events today, why lie around at ho when we can go out and have fun?
—Did you all finish your howork before going out?
— Oh my, can’t we not talk about such horrifying stuff during the New Year!
The class group chat again resembled a lively scene, chatting just like they used to in class even though they weren’t eting face to face.
In a little while, several classmates who lived nearby planned to go out together in a couple of days. Both boys and girls were involved, and they set the ti and place; those who were free that day could also join.
Hannah exited the class group chat, looked down at her desk piled with howork, and sent Arnold Simmons a ssage.
During the Spring Festival, the town center where any open business was usually filled with people, except for one place—the library.
Especially today.
The large library was almost empty, with seats mostly vacant, except for the two of them.
Hannah took out her howork from her backpack, laid them neatly on the table, even ticulously adjusting the position of each pen in her pencil case, placing the eraser separately to the side, like a careful first-grade student.
Her smile exuded obedience.
In contrast, Arnold Simmons was much more casual, keeping his howork aside, with only a black fountain pen in his hand, as simple as could be.
He twirled the pen in his hand, looking at the young girl sitting across from him, sowhat curious, "You got a guaranteed admission, why still bother with howork?"
In the school, there were other students with guaranteed admissions too; if they didn’t entirely skip school, arriving late or leaving early was quite common.
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