The sun on Friday afternoon was as poisonous as a fireball. It passed through the classroom window and made the back of one's neck oily. Yin Yi stood on the podium, holding chalk in his hand. The fine sweat on his forehead slid down his temples. He wiped it with his sleeve and continued to talk about ancient history with the students below.
"You remember, Qin Shihuang unified the six countries not by luck, but by hard power and fierceness, do you understand?" Yin Yi's voice was gentle and gentle. Even when facing the students whispering below, he was not impatient at all, looking like a typical humble gentleman. But in his heart, he was already complaining: "Oh my god, the weather is so hot that you can fry eggs, and you have to give a lecture here. These little brats don't listen carefully and whisper to each other. It's really annoying! Get out of class ends in ten minutes. Hold on, hold on. After class, you can go to the office to turn on the air conditioner and drink ice water. But don't make any mistakes."
