The midsummer sun is scorching the earth like a raging fire. Standing in front of the school gate, my inner activities echo this temperature, like an ant on a hot pot. My brows are furrowed and the corners of my mouth are turned down, making outsiders look like I have been greatly wronged.
"Is such a shabby school the place where I have lived for the past three years?" I said to myself before I could say a few words when I heard a voice coming from behind, treasure! What are you thinking about? Get your things and leave. Let's go report. Following the voice, I turned around and saw a short-haired woman wearing white half-sleeves and cropped pants rummaging around in the passenger seat of the car. While rummaging, she said plausibly, "I just brought it. I remembered to bring it. You forgot to take it! How dare you blame me!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
