Young hunters of the Kunpeng Hunting Team calculated every aspect.
Except for one oversight.
Now it's the end of the term, and next week is the final exam, so this Saturday morning is not as calm as usual. At the break of dawn, a long line had already formed in front of the Book Mountain Library, waiting to enter for self-study.
The end of the line stopped at the glass door of the Book Mountain Library—its door, which symbolizes the ocean of knowledge, wouldn't open until seven o'clock by the administrator—while the other end snaked around the small square before the library, finally stopping at the Lakeside of Bell Lake.
Meanwhile, the tail of the queue extended by the moment.
