Song Yunshan pouted. "Then you have to keep your word?"
Zhang Jingdong swore out of habit. "I promise!"
Only then did the clouds clear from Song Yunshan's face. "...Let's go."
Zhang Jingdong chuckled, then walked with her through a few dorm buildings and into the teaching area.
The whole teaching area was divided into three parts: the teaching building in the middle, the big field in front, and the small gardens on the left and right sides of the building.
Zhang Jingdong and Song Yunshan first went to the little garden on the Left side of the teaching building.
They called it a garden, but there weren't many flowers—just a few jujube trees.
Looking at the tallest, thickest one, Zhang Jingdong said, "By the way, you and I actually have a bit of history thanks to this jujube tree."
"I remember it was in our first year of high school. The jujubes were already ripe, but since the tree was pretty tall, everyone could only use stones to knock them down."
