Linhai University in June is so hot that it makes people dizzy.
In the Class 3 classroom of the History Department, the air conditioner broke down for the third day. The logistics department said that the parts had not arrived and asked everyone to bear with it.
On the podium, Professor Zhao was talking about the clan system of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties. Half of the forty students below him were playing with their mobile phones, and half of the remaining half were distracted.
In the corner of the last row by the window, Qi Xiaoxuan was lying on the table, his face buried in his arms, breathing evenly and long. The dark gray sweatshirt he was wearing was so washed that it had hair balls, and the hat was placed on his head, covering his entire head. The textbook on the desktop is open to the first page, and not a word has been turned over.
Qian Fugui, who was next to him, poked him with his elbow and lowered his voice: "Brother Xiao, wake up, Old Man Zhao is looking this way."
No response.
