"That's right. The school is too biased."
The Year Three students looked even more bitter.
The bus for Year Two, Class One, was near the left side of the first row. Many students were already waiting in front of the bus. Like Jian Ai and the rest, these people were also carrying bulging school bags. It was obvious that they had brought a lot of snacks.
Everyone had a smile on their faces, as if they were full of anticipation for this large-scale autumn trip organized by the school.
At seven in the morning, as the monitor, Xia Qinghuan took the initiative to count the people.
When everyone was present, the driver opened the door and everyone lined up to get onto the bus. At half-past seven, buses of the same model drove away from Erzhong one after another. The bodies of the buses were like a long line, looking quite spectacular.
