Early summer, midsummer, late summer
The girl is drawing a picture. She is the teacher on the podium.
It was midsummer at this time, and the dazzling sunlight shone into the classroom through the window, shining right on the girl's white arms.
Ding Nianqing moved her hand, exited the area occupied by the sun, raised her head, and faced him on the podium.
He smiled.
The girl's heart was beating fast and she swallowed for no reason.
Li Xiangming: "Classmate Ding Nianqing, I had a lot of fun painting. Please answer this question."
Ding Nianqing: "... It seems that when you make eye contact with someone, you always ask them to answer questions. Can't you be more novel..."
He was still smiling.
But the girl secretly laughed in her heart: Today she looked at him again.
Intention: None