In June in Jiangcheng, the scorching sun burned the asphalt roads until they became oily. Cicadas were howling at the top of their lungs in the trees, which made people upset.
Outside the south gate of Jiangcheng University, a dilapidated human-powered tricycle that rang nothing but its bell came to a halt under the shade of a tree on the roadside with a creak.
Qin Yang wiped the sweat from his face carelessly. The sweat mixed with dust, creating several muddy ditches on his face. The cultural shirt with the words "Jiangcheng University" printed on it has long been washed and turned white. The collar is loose and the back is soaked, sticking tightly to his lean back.
"We're collecting waste—old books, newspapers, plastic bottles and cans—"
Qin Yang shouted at the top of his voice, his voice dry and hoarse. He deftly unscrewed the large water cup hanging on the handlebar, raised his head and took a sip of cold water, which had been specially cooled before going out in the morning.
The junior students who passed by looked sideways. Some people walked past quickly with their noses covered, their eyes full of disgust.
"Hey, look at that person, is he Senior Qin Yang from the Department of Economics and Management?"
