To be honest, Lanyin Academy’s opening date is downright hellish.
Other academies welcome their students with a gentle spring breeze, while Lanyin’s students have to march in under the dead chill of the twelfth month.
On a midwinter morning, Mo Li, burrowed deep in his blankets, was woken right on time by his internal clock. His body, sunk into the cozy bedding, felt like it had melted; he couldn’t muster a shred of strength.
“If you’re late on the very first day of term, that’s going to leave a really bad impression on the teachers.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know...
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