Chapter 57 Starting Week 14_1

When I was a child, a year felt as long as a lifetime.

In my memory, it seems like I always had time to play in the courtyard and feel as if I was forever sitting at a desk doing homework that I could never finish-- long winter vacations, long summer vacations, long periods of time that seemed never-ending.

But as I grew older, time seemed to pass faster and faster.

One hour, two hours, one day, two days, one week, one month, one year, time flowed by in a blink of an eye.

The older I got, the stronger this feeling became, as if 'a certain existence' had set a constant acceleration rate in our minds, quietly stealing our time without us even realizing it.

Just like right now.

After the old professors disappeared, the joyful times left for the young students were swiftly slipping away. It seemed like just a blink of an eye, two weeks had already passed. With the calendar now at the tail end of November, this was Zheng Qing's 14th Monday at this university.