The cicadas were chirping so loudly that it was as if they were tearing the sky apart. Shen Xiao was lying on the cold desk, with the tip of his pen hanging above the last big question on the answer sheet. The words in front of him suddenly began to twist and overlap. My temples were pulsing, as if a red-hot steel needle was drilling into them. In my ears I could hear the sound of the invigilator's leather shoes pacing back and forth, and the hum of someone's air conditioner outside the window. He wanted to stand up while holding on to the table, but a fishy sweetness surged up in his throat, his vision went dark, and he fell straight down.
"I'm afraid this idiot is really stupid. He has been lying here for three days, and when he wakes up, he just stares in a daze."
