Jiangcheng in June is like a steamer thrown into a stove. The asphalt road has been softened by the sun, and you can faintly smell the melting rubber when you step on it. Ye Yan stood in front of the plaque of "Yanwu Sports Academy" and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. The skin touched by his fingertips was surprisingly hot. The plaque is made of solid wood, with some uncleaned sawdust embedded in the dark brown wood grain. He nailed it up yesterday with a few students from the sports school who stayed at the school. He didn't even have time to polish the corners, giving off the roughness of a grass-roots team.
