Time flew by, and the New Year had passed. Far away in a foreign land, Lu Mingfei felt a strong sense of unreality because America truly lacked any festive atmosphere for the holiday. Over the past few days, he still had to attend the Principal's devilish training, and enduring such torture right in the middle of the lunar New Year was honestly quite tough to bear.
Both Chu Zihang and Su Xi had returned to China. There weren't many people he knew left at the academy, so he ate his dinners alone in the cafeteria, or simply brought takeout back to the dorm to share with his loser senior.
Just like usual, he was carrying a bag of takeout dinner as he walked toward the dormitory building when two windows caught his eye. They were decorated with red paper-cuttings that didn't look like mass-produced factory items. On either side of the awning hung a red lantern, which also appeared to be handmade.
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