"Go find him now—I'll head to the broadcasting room and cheer you on!"
Wendy Wen reached out, placing her hand on Lynn Chen's shoulder, eyes full of encouragement: "No matter what happens, today is your chance!"
"If you want to do it, then just do it! Stop hesitating—even if you get rejected, there's nothing shameful about it!"
Wendy's voice was filled with fervor.
She grabbed Lynn's wrist and dashed toward the hallway.
"At least you really like someone, and you actually have a shot at them!"
"Since we're alive, we should be full of passion and hope!"
Wendy strode forward with long strides.
The corridor ahead was packed with people.
It was a sea of bodies, so crowded it was almost impossible to move.
In the sky, scraps of exam papers swirled and danced.
Down on the first floor, freshmen and sophomores were hauled out by teachers, brooms in hand, to clean up the thick layer of paper scraps.
Lynn was gasping for breath as Wendy gripped her hand, fighting to carve out a path through the crush of people ahead.
In a corner nearby, boys quietly reached for girls' hands.
The passing discipline director didn't scold anyone like usual; instead, there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, and maybe even a silent blessing in his heart.
"Make way, please! Make way!"
Wendy shouted loudly.
The crowd ahead did their best to open up a path for them.
Even more people turned to watch Wendy and Lynn sprinting, their faces flushed with excitement, and there was a sense of admiration and even envy in the air—a collective recognition of their courage and youthful energy.
The broadcasting club members started playing 'Old Boy.'