The summer is scorching hot, the summer wind is sultry, and Xi Yan, who is in the final sprint stage, is sitting listlessly in her seat, fanning with a book with an impatient look on her face, in order to seek for those little bits of coolness.
The red flag outside the window also lay down weakly.
A pair of eyelids drooped down to cover the gleaming black eyes, and he looked up again at the green and thick banyan tree, and the dense leaves on the branches began to rustle and dance.
Xi Yan sighed helplessly and looked at her classmates who were reading a book under the scorching sun with drooping eyes. She casually speculated whether classmate Luo Yang disliked her fair skin and beautiful body, which looked like a skinny chicken, and wanted to use the function of ultraviolet rays to tan herself into a standard wheat complexion...
Others are insensitive to the sunshine. Tsk, Comrade Luo, do your parents know that you love the sun so much?