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Chapter 262 Hundred-Day Oath-Taking Ceremony
The classroom instantly came alive.

Li Zhi stood up, straightened the hem of his clothes, and then put on a school uniform over his thick winter coat.

For school leaders, a pep rally or similar event naturally requires all senior high school students to wear their school uniforms.

Fortunately, the weather is gradually getting warmer, and around 10 o'clock, it's not too cold to wear the school uniform anymore.

After Li Zhi put on her school uniform, she found that Shen Yuan was already standing there waiting for her.

"Let's go."

His voice carried a hint of barely perceptible excitement, as if he were about to embark on a long-awaited date rather than a rally.

Li Zhi looked up and met his surprisingly bright gaze.

She didn't say anything, just nodded, and they walked together toward the back door of the classroom.

The corridor was already crowded with people.

Shen Yuan naturally used his body to shield Li Zhi from the shoving of the crowd, his arm subtly protecting her side.

Li Zhi followed closely behind, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the edge of her school uniform.

The two were standing very close together, far exceeding the normal distance for classmates walking side by side.

Anyone with eyes can see that these two are definitely a couple.

Shen Yuan caught Li Zhi's movements out of the corner of his eye.

He subtly adjusted his pace, and the swaying of his shoulders and arms seemed to increase.

With a slight shift, the school uniform brushed lightly against Li Zhi's bare fingers, and then a warm, large hand landed on Li Zhi's hand.

She looked up and glared at Shen Yuan, only to meet his smiling eyes. Her feigned anger turned into shyness before it could even rise, and in the end, it turned into a muffled hum.

"Restless all day long."

Shen Yuan chuckled and held Li Zhi's hand firmly.

"What's wrong? Are you shy?"

"Hmph! If you're so capable, then don't let go!"

Li Zhi's cheeks flushed red, and although she spoke toughly, her fingertips subtly curled back into a tight grip.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuan turned to look at Li Zhi.

The boy's gaze went straight into the girl's watery eyes with unprecedented seriousness, which even blurred the surrounding noise.

"Of course not."

Shen Yuan's voice was not loud, but it pierced through the noise of the corridor with clarity and certainty.

"I will never let go in this lifetime."

He closed his fingers, wrapping the girl's slightly cool hand even tighter in the warmth of his palm, his fingertips gently caressing her knuckles.

Li Zhi was caught off guard by this blunt declaration and felt his heart clench tightly.

In the end, she could only manage a low, nasal hum from her throat, letting Shen Yuan's strong, powerful hands hold her tightly with their fingers intertwined.

From the front of the group, Ah Jie's voice rang out: "...I'd rather die than shout!"

The sound stood out conspicuously amidst the noise.

But the noise did not affect the silent little world around the two walking side by side.

None of them spoke again; they simply moved forward with the flow of people in the class.

The surrounding clamor of voices and the heavy pressure of the future seemed to be temporarily shut out at this moment.

After descending the stairs, the Class 15 group merged into the larger flow heading towards the main playground.

The vast playground was permeated with a heated atmosphere.

The giant, bright red banner, like a burning battle flag, fluttered in the still chilly early spring wind.

"Strive for 100 days, and your youth will be without regrets; win the college entrance examination, and your dreams will come true!"

"Students of Jiyang, sharpen your swords and strive for excellence; a hundred-day sprint, determined to win the gold medal!"

"Ten years of hard study, aiming for the peak; today we draw our swords, who can rival us?"

Colorful flags fluttered in the breeze.

Countless small colorful flags printed with the school emblem and the words "Victory in the College Entrance Examination" were planted along the edge of the playground, their yellow and blue colors still leaping with vibrant life under the slightly gloomy sky.

They fluttered and danced in the wind, like countless restless hearts beating at the same time, or like silent cheering drumbeats.

The playground was already packed with senior high school students; as far as the eye could see, it was a sea of ​​blue and white school uniforms.

Each class, led by its homeroom teacher, poured out from different stairwells, converging like countless streams into the pre-designated area on the playground.

The place was bustling with noise, yet it also contained a strange sense of order.

Although there were whispered jokes, complaints about the weather, and greetings between friends, most people had tense expressions on their faces, with varying degrees of tension and determination hidden in their eyes.

The air was filled with the scent of youth, and an invisible yet heavy pressure and expectation called "the future".

Ah Jie, who had sworn in the hallway that he would "never shout" and "whoever shouts is a dog," now stood next to Yang Ze, looking at the grand scene and the sea of ​​red, and subconsciously restrained his deliberate nonchalance.

He pursed his lips slightly, still a little awkward, and crossed his arms, but his eyes subconsciously swept over the huge electronic countdown clock on the podium.

There, a bright red "100" ruthlessly proclaims the urgency of time.

Somehow, the little bit of confidence he had in his heart to resist seemed to have been weakened by the solemn and passionate scene, leaving only a sense of emptiness and anxiety.

In the Class 15 group, Shen Yuan held Li Zhi's hand tightly, and the strength of their interlocked fingers did not weaken in the slightest as they stepped out of the teaching building.

The noisy and crowded people made Shen Yuan instinctively pull his arm slightly back to protect Li Zhi, holding him even closer to his side.

Li Zhi didn't break free, letting him lead her, her gaze fixed on the sea of ​​red symbolizing the start of the battle and the colorful flags fluttering in the wind, feeling the determination conveyed by the boy beside her.

Sunlight pierced through the sky, shining on every young yet solemn face on the playground.

The loudspeaker began playing powerful and stirring music, mixed with the sounds of homeroom teachers maintaining order.

An invisible yet taut force silently gathered and rose on the playground, eventually transforming into the collective aura of a thousand people, like a bugle call about to sound.

The teams from each class lined up in front of the main grandstand, the noise interspersed with the urging voices of the homeroom teachers.

"Stand up straight! Stop putting your arms around each other!"

"Alright, alright, be serious later, stop grinning, we're filming!"

Old Zhou stood at the front of Class 15's line, his sharp eyes scanning his students, waving his arms as if giving some kind of command.

"Everyone in the back, get in line! Arrange by height, and adjust quickly! Everyone, stay alert!"

He started his inspection from the front row, organizing the ranks as he went.

With steady steps, Lao Zhou passed through the middle of the group and saw Shen Yuan and Li Zhi standing at the back.

Those two hands, clasped tightly together and standing out conspicuously against the backdrop of blue and white school uniforms, were like a thorn, abruptly piercing his vision.

Old Zhou paused for an extremely brief moment.

His gaze slid over their tightly clasped hands, then quickly swept over their faces, which showed a hint of smiles due to their bond.

Old Zhou's expression didn't change, but something seemed to churn rapidly in the depths of his eyes before instantly subsiding.

The air seemed to freeze for a brief moment, and the urging voices of the surrounding homeroom teachers sounded as if separated by a layer of fog.

"Ahem! Keep it low-key."

After Lao Zhou finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head back, his gaze returning to the slightly chaotic group in front of him. His voice regained its usual steady and powerful tone, but carried an undeniable sense of aloofness.

He strode back to the front of the group.

It was as if what had just happened was nothing more than a speck of dust on the playground, not worth him stopping for.

Just as Lao Zhou's back was partially obscured by the surging crowd, a figure suddenly squeezed through the ranks of Class 14 next to him.

Yang Yishui nudged Shen Yuan's shoulder, her cunning eyes curving into crescents. Her gaze swept quickly over Shen Yuan and Li Zhi's tightly clasped hands before settling back on Shen Yuan's face.

"Huh—!"

She deliberately dragged out the tone, her voice carrying a hint of schadenfreude, as if she wanted to stir up trouble.

"Haven't you been being affectionate enough the whole way? But Yuan'er, you're getting bolder and bolder!"

She tapped Shen Yuan with her fingertip, clicking her tongue, and her smile widened: "Impressive! You even managed to handle Old Zhou? He saw everything just now! And he didn't pry you apart on the spot? Well done!"

Yang Yishui gave Shen Yuan a thumbs up, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mockery.

Li Zhi's hand froze at her cousin's sudden attack. She subconsciously tried to loosen her grip, but Shen Yuan's hand held on even tighter.

The girl blushed and glared at him.

Shen Yuan quickly raised his arm and slapped away Yang Yishui's arm that was on his shoulder: "Why are you joining in the commotion!"

Although Shen Yuan said he was disgusted, the embarrassment and annoyance in his voice were even stronger than when Lao Zhou caught him earlier.

Being pointed out by one's own family makes one feel even more uncomfortable.

Yang Yishui chuckled: "I'm just concerned about you, afraid that Old Zhou will call your parents."

"When they call your parents, they'll make you come!"

Yang Yishui rolled her eyes at Shen Yuan: "Get out! You're a disgrace!"

After saying that, she pretended to punch Shen Yuan's shoulder again.

Li Zhi stood beside Shen Yuan, watching the bickering scene between the cousins, who were teasing each other but couldn't hide their closeness.

The girl's eyes were filled with laughter.

The faint blush that had settled on her face from being caught holding hands by Lao Zhou now softened, leaving a delicate arc on her fair cheeks.

She tilted her head slightly, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

"Alright, alright," Li Zhi finally spoke with a smile, her clear voice interrupting the two's harmless shoving and verbal attacks. Her slender fingers lightly scratched the back of Shen Yuan's hand that was tightly gripping hers.

That's enough! There are so many people here.

Yang Yishui's gaze was drawn to Li Zhi's laughter. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of the gentle smile on Li Zhi's face that was reserved only for Shen Yuan.

The girl's eyes were brimming with affection, the curve of her lips, her close stance with Shen Yuan, and their hands still firmly clasped together...

All of this unfolded before Yang Yishui like a vivid and colorful painting titled "Mutual Affection."

The scene was too sweet, and also too... jarring.

Just seconds ago she was joking around with great enthusiasm, but now her heart was suddenly twisted by something unexpected, and a bitter feeling rose up.

The sweet gaze of being loved unconditionally by her lover, contrasted with her current solitary position standing in the bustling crowd, was like a tiny electric current that instantly shattered her previously cheerful and carefree facade.

The smile on her face faded almost instantly. Her gaze behind her glasses flickered for a moment before she quickly looked away from the perfect couple in front of her and towards the noisy, chaotic other classes in the distance.

Damn it, I'm not bad myself, how come I'm 28 and have never had such a sweet romance?

Is this my problem?

Yang Yishui almost immediately came to the answer—No! It definitely wasn't.

It's the world's fault.

"Hmph! I'm not going to bother with you anymore!" Yang Yishui's tone suddenly rose a little.

"I'm going for a stroll, you can stay here."

She quickly swung her fist at Shen Yuanxu again, then turned and walked towards the teachers' group.

Shen Yuan looked in the direction Yang Yishui had hurriedly left, somewhat bewildered, and muttered, "What's going on? This is so strange..."

Li Zhizhe glanced thoughtfully in the direction where Yang Yishui had disappeared, then looked up at the boy beside him who was frowning and looking puzzled. The sweet smile on her lips deepened, and she gently hooked her finger in the boy's palm to draw his attention back.

Just then, a sharp electrical whistling sound came from the microphone on the podium.

"Attention, all classes! Keep quiet! Students, please line up properly!"

A loud and serious male voice instantly drowned out all the noise on the playground through the loudspeaker, and the powerful and stirring music playing on the radio gradually weakened until it stopped completely.

On the vast playground, the eyes of more than a thousand teachers and students were like invisible spotlights, instantly focusing on the high platform at the front of the playground.

There, a row of figures in dark blue sat behind a table, their expressions solemn.

The director of the Political Education Department stood by the microphone, waited for a moment, and watched the crowd below the stage gradually calm down before continuing to speak.

His loud and steady voice flowed clearly from the speakers in every corner, penetrating the thin air and the beating heart of youth.

"Students! Teachers!"

His voice paused for a moment, as if gathering strength for what he was about to say, or perhaps silently confirming the focus of every pair of eyes in the audience.

"Today, we gather here with the mission and dreams of our youth to witness an important moment—the 100-day countdown rally for the college entrance examination!"

Each word seemed imbued with weight, striking the silent playground with a resounding thud, and resonating deep within the hearts of every senior high school student.

He surveyed the entire venue with piercing eyes, then swung his arm powerfully toward the brightest red countdown clock behind him, the glaring "100" on it seemingly burning in the sunlight.

"Only 100 days left until the college entrance examination!"

Old Zhou stood tall at the front of Class 15's line, his sharp eyes scanning the students in his class.

The air on the playground seemed to tighten instantly, freezing the chaotic freedom into a solemn collective preparation posture.

Countless young eyes were drawn to the podium, and the bright red number "100 days" became the sole focus at that moment.

As this announcement was made, the air on the playground seemed to freeze for a moment, before being ignited by a heavy sense of pressure and anticipation.

Below the platform, in the students' upright formation, one could clearly feel countless hearts pounding heavily in their chests.

The bright red banner made an even louder sound in the wind.

This brief silence seemed to possess a certain power, suppressing all the sounds on the playground.

Even Ah-Jie, who had been grumbling about how boring the rally was, unconsciously shut his mouth at this moment, his arms hanging down, and his back tensing up slightly.

Yang Ze, who was standing next to him, stopped teasing and turned his gaze forward. Shen Yuan subconsciously straightened his back and tightened his grip on Li Zhi's hand.

Feeling the heat and strength of Shen Yuan's palm, Li Zhi quietly took a deep breath. The lingering smile was slowly replaced by a serious and solemn feeling, and her gaze became firm as she looked ahead.

The director of the Political Education Department's voice suddenly rose, full of power, announcing the official start of this arduous journey for the future:

"Now, I declare—the 'Jiyang High School 100-Day Countdown Rally for the College Entrance Examination' officially begins!"

The moment the words were spoken, applause erupted suddenly, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly drowning out the sound of the wind.

This applause contained ignited passion, a yearning for the future, a release of pressure, and a confirmation and response to this inevitable battle.

On the podium, the other leaders looked solemn and nodded slightly.

Below the stage, the students clapped their hands, whether with determination, hesitation, excitement, nervousness, or resignation.

At this moment, everyone was swept up in this grand and magnificent opening horn.

The applause gradually subsided like a tide, and the air on the playground once again became filled with a serious yet expectant atmosphere.

Before the applause had completely subsided, the director of the Political Education Department turned slightly to the side, nodded respectfully to the center of the stage, and then announced into the microphone in a steady and loud voice.

"Now, let's give a round of applause to Principal Zhang for a speech!"

The director's voice was like a clear instruction.

Instantly, all eyes turned to the most central position on the stage.

The moment the director of the Political Education Department finished speaking, the middle-aged man who had been sitting upright like a pine tree in the center of the stage slowly stood up.

His face wore its usual serious expression, an expression that seemed to have been etched into his deep wrinkles.

He bowed slightly to the students below the stage, and then sat down again.

The audience was completely silent, except for the sound of the wind rustling through the colorful flags.

After the principal sat down, he slightly adjusted the height of the microphone and rested his arms on the table.
The sound, transmitted through the microphone, carried a weighty weight.

"Teachers and students—"

"Today is a special day; the battle drums have sounded for 100 days until the college entrance examination! These 100 days are crucial in your lives, a hundred days to strive hard and create miracles!"

"Here, I hope you cherish every minute and every second, and meet the challenges with perseverance, a fighting spirit, and solid review!"

"The school places high hopes on you, and believes that you will use your wisdom and hard work to write a glorious chapter in your youth..."

The principal's clear, passionate, and official tone still lingered in the air.

Among the solemnly standing crowd below the stage, A-Jie's toes rubbed against the grass beneath his feet.

He smirked, his lips barely moving as he squeezed out a sound through his teeth, delivering it precisely to the ears of Yang Ze and Chen Mingyu beside him.

"Tsk... Old Yang, wanna bet?" A-Jie imitated the principal's tone, his eyes showing a hint of disdain.

"Then there will definitely be more quotations, thanks to the teacher, and a vision for the future. I bet I'll ramble on for at least another ten minutes! I bet you a bottle of iced tea! If I finish in ten minutes, I'll admit defeat!"

As he spoke, he subtly nudged Yang Ze with his elbow.

They completely forgot that just a few seconds ago their bodies had been tense because of the announcement of "100 days," and at this moment they were left with only deep impatience with this formalism.

"I bet 15 minutes. If it's more than 10 minutes, and it's over within 15 minutes, I lose. I bet a bottle of iced tea!" Yang Ze accepted the bet without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mingyu, who was standing next to him, lazily raised his eyelids and casually interjected, "Then I'll choose more than fifteen minutes. Someone has to cover the losses, right? I'll bet two bottles."

As he spoke, a faint, knowing sarcasm played at the corners of his mouth.

Ah Jie got even more excited when he heard that.

"Alright! As expected of the manager of the Iced Tea camp! Place your bets! I'll make sure you all accept your defeat!"

As he spoke, A-Jie leaned slightly to block the view of the person in front, and quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket with his other hand. He tapped the screen rapidly and secretly pressed the timer.

Shen Yuan almost burst out laughing when he saw A-Jie fiddling with his phone.

The principal's clear, passionate official tone still echoed in the air: "...As the ancients said, 'He who travels a hundred li is only halfway there at ninety.' You have studied diligently for twelve years, and this final hundred-day sprint is the most crucial and demanding time!"

"At this crucial moment that will determine your future, I hope you will demonstrate the determination of 'never giving up until victory is achieved' and the tenacity of 'holding fast to your goals,' eliminate all distractions, and fight with all your might..."

The principal's words were full of quotations and his tone was rhythmic and encouraging.

The sound echoed through the microphone across the playground, drowning out the wind and minor noises, sounding solemn and powerful.

Ah Jie subtly leaned to the side, using the students in front of him to block the teacher's possible view.

He quickly pulled his hand out of his pocket and tilted the phone screen, which was pressed against his palm, slightly towards himself.

The screen lit up, and A-Jie stared intently at the timer numbers at the top of the screen, his eyes filled with a mixture of anxiety and excitement.

His fingertip seemed to tap the screen meaninglessly once, then he quickly shoved the phone back into his pocket, the action done in one fluid motion, as if he had only completed a brief and discreet confirmation.

Shen Yuan stood a few steps away, his eyes keenly catching A-Jie's subtle movements, and he pursed his lips tightly.

As time passed, the speeches on the podium came to an end.

"...Finally, I sincerely wish all senior high school students to stay focused and determined, work hard, and live up to their youth and dreams during this final sprint!"

"One hundred days from now, I look forward to seeing you all achieve top scores and return victorious from the battlefield of the college entrance examination! That concludes my speech, thank you everyone!"

The lengthy speech finally came to an end.

Almost as soon as the principal finished speaking, applause erupted.

At that moment, A-Jie's body suddenly shrank with an extremely swift and concealed movement!
He put his right hand back into his pocket as if it were just a casual movement, but in reality, he quickly pulled out the phone hidden inside.

Taking advantage of the moment when the people around him were distracted by the applause and the view of those in the front row was blocked, he lowered his head and turned on his phone screen as quickly as possible.

The timer on the screen clearly displayed a carefully calibrated number: 9 minutes and 24 seconds.

It was just under ten minutes!

He flicked his finger across the screen quickly and lightly, canceling the timer.

At the same time, he could hardly contain himself as he grinned, revealing a smug, triumphant smile, his eyes gleaming with cunning.

"Hey!" A-Jie nudged Yang Ze and Chen Mingyu beside him, his voice, though he tried to keep it low, was full of barely suppressed excitement.

"Look, look! 9 minutes and 24 seconds! I told you so! Less than ten minutes! Old Yang! Boss Chen! Two bottles of iced tea! Remember that!"

He shook his head smugly, with an expression that said, "I'm a genius," as if not a single word of the principal's earnest words had entered his ears, and his mind was filled only with the smug joy of winning the bet.

"What are you so smug about?" Yang Ze's lazy voice rang out, carrying his usual teasing tone.

He slowly took his phone out of his pocket, the screen lit up, he tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips, and then with a flick of his wrist, he shoved the screen clearly in front of A-Jie's eyes.

On the screen, a timer was clearly displayed, with the bright number 14 minutes and 37 seconds.

Ah Jie's half-open smile froze instantly, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Yang Ze pushed up his non-existent glasses, a standard mocking smile curving his lips. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing, filled with pity for someone looking at a fool.

"Nine minutes? Zhou Shaojie, this phone of yours is something else... Does it have the superpower of time travel? Or is your time dimension different from ours?"

Ah Jie stared wide-eyed at the undeniable facts on Yang Ze's screen, then looked down at his own phone, which had just canceled the timer less than three seconds earlier, his mind blank.

"What...fuck?!?"

A desperate roar was forced out of his throat, completely drowning out the applause that was gradually subsiding on the playground.

"Then I win, right?" Chen Mingyu spoke up before Yang Ze could even finish speaking and before the corners of his mouth could turn up in a smile.

"But according to normal calculations, the principal's speech should actually have lasted more than 15 minutes, right?"

Chen Mingyu calmly said, "When we started, the principal had already been working on it for some time."

Yang Ze nodded, stroked his chin, and looked both smug about winning the bet and agreeing with Chen Mingyu's point of view.

"You're right. If you calculate it that way, 15 minutes have indeed passed."

Chen Mingyu glanced at A-Jie, who was still in a petrified state.

"Okay, then I'll buy a 1L bottle."

A 1L bottle of iced tea is not only more generous in quantity than two bottles of iced tea, but it is also cheaper.

After Chen Mingyu finished speaking, his gaze fell on Zhou Shaojie: "Jie, you buy two bottles."

"Why?"

"Then explain why your phone only recorded 9 minutes..."

Ah Jie waved his hand and said, "Two bottles!"

Just half a second after Zhou Shaojie finished speaking—

On the platform, the director of the Political Education Department's penetrating voice, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, suddenly drowned out the subtle commotion and whispers below, clearly resounding throughout the entire playground through the microphone.

"The conference will proceed to the next item!"

His calm voice instantly drew everyone's attention.

"—Now, please welcome an outstanding student representative to the stage to speak!"

The director's sharp gaze swept across the entire room, then he looked at the steps to the side of the stage. His voice suddenly rose a few decibels, filled with power and solemnity.

"Let's give them a round of applause!"

“Wow——!!”

An even more enthusiastic round of applause suddenly erupted, unlike the initial applause and responses; this time, it was mixed with more excitement and curiosity.

The blue and white sea below the stage surged, and countless eyes were focused on the figure slowly walking onto the stage.

The figure was wearing the same blue and white school uniform as them, but walked with a steady gait and exuded a calm aura.

Looking at that figure, Shen Yuan subconsciously squeezed Li Zhi's hand, then suddenly leaned down close to her ear, his voice filled with laughter.

"Hey, Li Bao, why don't you go up and say a few words?"

Li Zhi was also looking towards the podium, but upon hearing this, he immediately turned his face away.

She rolled her beautiful eyes at Shen Yuanfei with a powerful, clear disdain.

"Sand dollars."

Li Zhi glanced at the student representatives on the stage: "What's so great about going? Just standing there like an idiot, reading from a script, and expecting to be passionate? Is that really fun?"

Seeing Li Zhi's undisguised look of disgust, Shen Yuan couldn't help but grin foolishly.

That smile was full of knowing satisfaction, as if to say, "I should have guessed this would be my reaction."

His fingers, however, gently caressed the warm back of his hand beneath his fingertips.

“That’s true…” He paused, his gaze lingering on her slightly fluttering eyelashes like sticky honey.

"--Of course, it's better off offstage."

The last syllable was drawn out softly and for a long time, carrying a sense of satisfaction and intimacy unique to the two of them.

Upon hearing Shen Yuan's words, the beautiful girl raised her chin and gave a soft hum.

The next moment, a clear and loud voice pierced through the megaphone, cutting through the whispers below the stage, instantly drowning out the sound of the wind, and booming across the entire playground.

"Respected teachers, dear classmates—!"

The outstanding student representatives stood upright in front of the microphone.

The boy's clear voice, carrying the unique passion of youth, pierced through the frigid air.

"At this crucial moment of the 100-day race, we should set sail with lofty aspirations and paddle with perseverance, cutting through the waves and forging ahead! Every drop of sweat will water the flower of our dreams, and every bit of hard work will forge an unregrettable youth!"

The resounding words echoed across the playground, becoming the most fervent background noise at that moment.

At that moment, the breaths of the more than a thousand people on the playground seemed to freeze for a moment.

A cool breeze swept by in early spring, lifting the hem of school uniforms and the tassels of colorful flags along the edge of the playground.

Sunlight fell on the taut, resolute profile of the student representative beside the microphone on the podium, and on the bright red banner that carried countless hopes and vows.

The student representative's clear yet powerful declaration, amplified by the loudspeaker, resonated like metal striking the ground, each word striking the air of the empty playground and clearly echoing in everyone's ears.

This sound carries power, drawing every senior high school student toward that moment of united shouts.

On the podium, the voices of outstanding student representatives were clearly transmitted across the playground through the microphone. After a brief pause, the volume suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable appeal.

"Here, all students, please stand at attention. Let us face the future and solemnly swear—"

The moment the words fell, the entire playground seemed to have been turned on!

The homeroom teachers, standing at the front of each class's line, almost simultaneously urged their students on in urgent, low voices.

"Everyone, stand in line!"

"Stand up straight!"

"Everyone, perk up! Shout along with me!"

Old Zhou's voice was also mixed in, steady and powerful.

A moment later, the student representative on stage suddenly raised his voice.

"We students aspire to reach the pinnacle!"

"Ten years of honing our skills, today we test their edge!"

"Strive for 100 days, and I will succeed!"

"Fight for your dreams, and reach for the heavens!"

The voices of more than a thousand students merged into a powerful wave of sound, breaking through the still chilly air of early spring and echoing across the playground, echoing the fluttering colorful flags.

The brightly colored banner seemed to come alive amidst the oath-taking, billowing even more violently in the wind.

The homeroom teachers had tense faces, their eyes showing both scrutiny of order and a hint of emotion and expectation.

A fervent atmosphere reached its peak during the oath-taking ceremony, with everyone clearly feeling the real weight of the "100 days" on their shoulders.

(End of this chapter)