The teachers responsible for this school trip took everyone to lunch, then returned to their dorms to pack their luggage before heading back.
The mix of relief and disappointment from just finishing the exams left the students particularly silent on the journey back.
Even Yao Jincheng, who was the liveliest at the beginning, finally shut up. He had his hands in his pockets, as if cosplaying a salted fish that had lost its dreams.
On the way back, they also passed the sacred and well-known Nanshan Temple.
The salted fish incarnate, Yao Jincheng, seemingly spurred by something, suddenly said, "I heard that Nanshan Temple offers a monthly salary of 7,000. Maybe I should just become a Little Taoist or a novice monk, considering the uncertain prospects of a starting salary after graduating from university."
Sitting in the front row, Jiang Beiyu suddenly laughed. This laughter, in the still relatively quiet bus, seemed somewhat abrupt.
