I really like your sand sculpture group friends

He didn't know the reason, but he hadn't cared about it before.

Right now, before I could think too much, I drifted off to sleep against the back of the chair, thanks to the combined effects of the medication and the high fever.

When he woke up, he saw the doctor who had treated him chatting with his parents.

"He is a senior high school student, and his study load is already very heavy, so he will consume a lot of energy."

"You parents, why don't you take care to supplement his diet?"

“Look how hungry the children are, they’re all so thin. This won’t do.”

"If the body doesn't get enough nutrition, its resistance will naturally be weak."

"Plus, with the schedule of senior high school students, it's hard not to get sick."

“I see countless students like this every day. They are young and resilient, but they are not made of steel.”

The parents repeatedly bowed to the doctor to express their gratitude and repeatedly assured him that they would make sure he received proper nutrition.

"Doctor, I live at school, and my parents can't see me. I haven't been home for almost a month," he explained.

Hearing the voice, the doctor turned to look at him: "Are you feeling any better?"

"Much better, thank you doctor."

"Sigh, you young people," the doctor shook his head, "you don't even know how to take care of yourselves while living at school."

Mo Xiangwen was speechless and could only offer a forced smile.

What could he say, that he actually eats more than four meals a day? Eating four meals a day and then looking so thin?

Then the doctor should probably recommend that he have his gastrointestinal system checked.

Ultimately, it was just that he overdid it and didn't pay attention to the limits, thus depleting too much of his fat reserves.

He was of average build and not fat, so of course his little bit of fat was quickly burned off.

"Go to the pharmacy and buy some glucose for emergency use, but remember not to rely on it too much."

"You should still eat properly when it's time to eat."

"Health is the foundation of everything, haven't you heard that saying?"

I've heard of it, I've heard of it so many times.

Everyone says this to high school seniors preparing for exams, but when they really feel the pressure, who cares about all that?

"Glucose, right? I'll go buy him a few boxes later." Mo Chenfeng nodded and wrote it down.

"Eat on time, take your medicine on time, and get plenty of rest," the doctor said before hurrying away.

It seems that since it was already noon and time to get off work, I just stopped by to take a look since I was passing by.

...I didn't expect this doctor to be so kind. He sees so many patients all day long; he would have been exhausted long ago.

After finishing my IV drip and returning home, I took a hot shower and didn't even have the energy to think about anything. I fell asleep again soon after lying in bed.

I was woken up in a daze and had a bowl of warm chicken soup, then fell back asleep.

By the time I regained consciousness, it was already evening.

"I want to go back to school."

These words startled the two of them.

Before she could explain, Zhou Xiuqin hurriedly asked, "You just got over your fever, why are you in such a hurry to go back to school?"

"It's just this week left." Mo Xiangwen sighed. "I don't want to give up at this point."

"Hey, if you had known the importance of learning a few years earlier, you wouldn't be in this state now."

Even without looking, you know that only his mother would say such things.

If he had heard this before, he would have been furious.

Even now, I wouldn't be happy to hear such words; it's just that I've become less concerned about them.

"Alright, that's enough. Stop talking." Mo Chenfeng interrupted his wife. "What's the point of saying all this?"

"Why do other people act like they're working themselves to the bone just because they didn't get into a third-tier university?" Zhou Xiuqin stormed out of the living room. "I don't care anymore, come back if you want."

The two were silent for a moment, and finally Mo Xiangwen spoke first.

"Dad, I really want to go back." Mo Xiangwen said earnestly, "I know my own physical condition, I'm really fine."

Mo Chenfeng sighed, unsure of what to say.

I paced back and forth in the living room for several minutes, sighing almost every two steps.

"Okay, let's go."

His father drove him back to the school gate on his motorcycle, without saying a word the whole way, and he remained silent as well.

They called out to him just as he was about to enter the school gate.

"Xiang Wen, you know how sharp your mother's tongue is. She's just concerned about your health."

"Yes, Dad. It's alright, I understand, I didn't take it to heart." Mo Xiangwen nodded, then waved to his father, "Then I'll go to school."

"Take care of your health. If it really doesn't work out, a third-tier university is fine too. They're all undergraduate degrees, there's no difference."

By the way, he's been at school for almost a month and hasn't been home yet, and his parents still don't know his mock exam results.

Mo Xiangwen was stunned for a moment. Now, is it still a question of whether or not one has a bachelor's degree?

"Well, I see."

"I'm leaving."

"Okay, goodbye Dad."

Mo Chenfeng watched him walk into the school in the end, sighed, and then drove away.

As Mo Xiangwen walked in and signed in at the gatekeeper's desk, he saw another male student signing in as well.

His eyesight was decent, and the lights near the dormitory were sufficient, so he easily recognized that this was the male classmate who had broken down emotionally in the small square the previous night.

The gatekeeper seemed to remember him and greeted him as well.

"The young man is back so soon."

"Yes, I got an IV drip and rested for a bit before coming back."

They exchanged a casual chat, and that was the end of it.

Mo Xiangwen shifted his gaze to the boy, whose expression seemed unusually calm.

"Hey, what time is it?" he asked casually, making up an excuse.

"Hmm? It's 20 PM, get out of class is almost over," the male student replied, glancing at his watch.

"Did you also take sick leave to go out for medical treatment?"

"Ah...yes, I'm not feeling well."

"Why don't you rest a little longer?" Mo Xiangwen smiled. "It wouldn't make a difference if you came back tomorrow, would it?"

“I’ve rested for half a day, that’s enough.” He was silent for a moment, then smiled. “Besides, we’re just one last step away.”

Mo Xiangwen remained silent for a long time before glancing at the familiar campus.

As night fell, only the senior high school building remained lit up, all by itself.

He took a deep breath and exhaled the stale air from his chest.

"Yes, it's just one last step away."

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Chapter Thirteen: We Will Not Return Until Loulan is Conquered

June 7th, cloudy with a light breeze

As the weather forecast predicted, there was hardly any sun today.

Mo Xiangwen raised his hand diagonally above his line of sight, and then clenched it into a fist.

Very good, his condition is also exceptionally good.

Since falling ill some time ago, he has been careful to adjust the intensity of his studies to help him recover.

A gentle breeze swept through the tree-lined path, lightly brushing against his skin, bringing a rare touch of coolness to the sweltering summer day.

The bus that everyone had been eagerly anticipating finally arrived ahead of schedule, just in time.

The bus, decorated with large red paper stickers for the college entrance examination, let out a heavy sigh and creaked to a stop in the middle of the road.

On both sides of the road, homeroom teachers and their students waited, while school leaders nearby were happily discussing something.

Whether students or teachers, everyone seemed to have an intense, unyielding weariness on their faces.

But eyes are the most deceiving thing; there seemed to be a light of hope flowing in their eyes, and each of them was as spirited and radiant as a drawn blade.

"Ahem—, students, the day has finally arrived."

Amidst the weary gazes of the crowd, the grade leader arrived at the center with a megaphone.

"Our teachers have already explained the important points about the exam to everyone, so I won't repeat them here."

"You've all studied hard for ten years, swallowing countless hardships, tears, and grievances, all for the sake of passing the imperial examination today."

"We believe that the students' hard work will eventually pay off."

"We believe that you are no worse than anyone else!"

"The world is still undecided, you and I are both dark horses!"

"One last check to make sure you have your ID card, admission ticket, and stationery!"

"Get on the bus, students, let's go!!!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause spontaneously erupted, perhaps because the leader, unusually, did not speak tirelessly for half an hour today, or perhaps because his speech was truly inspiring.

It doesn't matter which one it is anymore; now, everyone's eyes are focused on nothing but the college entrance exam.

Mo Xiangwen followed the crowd onto the bus and found a window seat.

A short while later, the car shook slightly and slowly drove out of the school gate, accompanied by the sound of the engine starting.

Looking out the window, you can see Uncle Hat driving special vehicles to protect them from both the front and the rear.

There were also uncles in hats directing traffic on both sides of the road, clearing a smooth path for them.

Once a classmate makes eye contact with them, they will give them a warm smile, nod vigorously, and mouth "Good luck on the college entrance exam" to encourage them, eliciting cheers from the students.

Occasionally, you might run into one or two enthusiastic middle-aged or elderly people. Even if they have no connection with you at all, they will wave across the main road and shout to the students on the bus: "Good luck on the college entrance exam, students!"

"If dreams hadn't teetered on the edge of a cliff..."

I don't know where it started, but someone began humming a song that had accompanied me throughout my senior year of high school, and then it gradually spread throughout the entire car.

At first, everyone was a little reserved and awkward, but as if infected by the atmosphere, even the homeroom teacher joined in singing loudly.

How could one understand a persistent person?

"Having invisible wings"

......

"The place I most want to go"

"How can we turn back halfway?"

"The initial dream will definitely be achieved."

As the song played, the bus came to a steady stop in front of the examination hall.

Before getting off the bus, the homeroom teacher reminded everyone again to check that they had brought all their exam materials. One or two students who forgot to bring pencils quickly got spares from helpful classmates.

After everyone had finished their checks, the homeroom teacher looked at the group of children she had been teaching for a year, and her feelings were somewhat complicated.

"Students, we have fought a hundred battles in the desert, our armor now gleaming."

"We will not return until we conquer Loulan!!!" The students shouted in unison with all their might.

"Go on, your teacher will wait for you to come back."