Zheng Qing had no interest in the activities organized by 'Give Me a Frog' or 'Give Him a Frog'.
The troubles were already too many.
He didn't feel the freshness of 'Spring starts, everything renews' at the beginning of the new semester. Instead, he felt more like it was midway through the term, with everything entangling him, deep in mud, suffocating him.
Just like Xiao Xiao grumbled at noon—it's only the first day of school!
From two to five in the afternoon, there was a regular Fu Lu Class, followed by Time Conversion Symbol Science; then a one-hour break, and from six to nine in the evening, there was another Yin Fu Studies class.
Fortunately, at the beginning of the semester, professors hadn't assigned much homework yet, allowing young students a few breaths of respite. Even so, due to the new schedule, he still felt a bit overwhelmed.
