In the dormitory, Zhao Guodong was reading. He heard Wang Ping and Zhang Linong talking, knew Zhang Linong had returned, but didn't look up, continuing to read his book. Zhang Linong spoke a few words to Wang Ping before sitting down beside Zhao Guodong.
"I know you've been studying hard these past six months, but you can't work yourself so hard." Zhang Linong snatched the book from his hands, "Pack your things, we're going back home."
"I promised to go to Dalian with Ma Yue and the others this summer, so I won't be going back with you." Zhao Guodong rubbed his head, leaning back in his chair, his square face showing a steady maturity, "Didn't I tell you earlier about going to the seaside? You said no, so I figured I'd stay behind."
