The competition was scheduled for nine o'clock in the morning.
Despite Old Wu's early dining arrangement, a few stragglers still delayed the group, and by the time they set off, it was nearly eight o'clock.
Teacher Liu kept a stern face, constantly urging the students to catch up with the group quickly.
Old Wu, uncharacteristically, was calm and trying to persuade Teacher Liu to be patient, arguing that impatience would only add pressure on the students.
Teacher Liu took several deep breaths, and at such a moment, she no longer called Old Wu "Brother Wu." "Teacher Wu, take a look for yourself, other schools had breakfast at half past seven and managed to leave before us. What does this mean for us? This is what I call disorganized arrangements!"
The smile on Old Wu's face didn't reach his eyes: "What is considered an organized arrangement? What is considered a disorganized arrangement? We moved up the time, and as long as we can make it to the school on time, that's enough..."
