The afternoon sun slanted across the classroom and fell on the desks, raising fine dust.
I always glanced back subconsciously, bypassing the silence for most of the class, and landed on the figure at the back table. When he lowered his head to write the question, his eyebrows were lowered, and he held the pen with his fingertips. He occasionally raised his eyes and looked at the girl diagonally in front of him. It was obviously just an ordinary eye contact, but there was a tacit understanding that others could not understand, and even the air became cautious.
Intention: Don't be harsh