Zhang Yu was half asleep when he heard a burst of exclamations. Rubbing his eyes, he walked out of the house and saw several intellectual youths rushing over.
Zhao Yadong and Qian Hao were also rubbing their eyes, donning coats as they came out. The three exchanged a glance, understanding that the drama was about to unfold.
"What's going on, what's going on?" Xiao Lei rushed over, wearing a coat.
Recently, various commotions had been happening in the village, including among the intellectual youths who were already married and had children. It was really a mess, leaving him utterly exhausted.
He originally thought he was about to go to university and wanted to stand firm in his final post. But now he realized that this last post was really not easy.
He really wanted to quit countless times, but the admission letter hadn't arrived, and he had no way to escape.
At present, he was silently praying in his heart, hoping that nothing major would happen.
