The ninth day of the first lunar month, the beginning of the new school term arrived.
Although feeling a bit down for seeing the end of the holidays, everyone who returned to the classroom was still enveloped by the festive atmosphere, since it was still considered New Year until the Lantern Festival.
"Happy New Year."
As Chen Yuan walked into the classroom and passed by Tang Siwen, she clasped her fists and bowed in a polite and cute manner to wish him a New Year's greeting.
"Ah, good fortune to you."
Chen Yuan nodded in response.
Then, he went back to his own seat.
"How was your New Year's?" Zhou Fu, who seemed a bit more rounded, asked him with a smile.
"Quite good, it felt like a year every day." Chen Yuan replied.
"Well, isn't that just like the New Year... every day is like New Year's..." After Zhou Fu made her teasing comment, she reached into her pocket as if to take something out, "Kowtow to me, and I'll give you a red envelope."