Leng Kuangxing's last memory was the burning heat of the bullet penetrating his chest.
When I opened my eyes again, I could hear the rustling sound of pen tip rubbing in my ears. Chalk dust is flying in the sun, and the blackboard reads "97 days until the college entrance examination." His deskmate nudged him with his elbow: "Hey, are you stupid in your sleep? My boss has been watching you for a long time."
He lowered his head sharply - the school uniform. Blue and white, washed white.
