The harsh sunshine shone on the students, covering the earth, and the asphalt runway gave off a dazzling light under the scorching sun. The students on the playground all looked like dead cabbage. But on the rostrum, the speech of the opening ceremony was read passionately. Jiang Zhuo felt like a pig's trotter in the oven. While wiping the sweat from his face, he thought: No, he will become dehydrated if he goes out in the sun. He looked at the sun-drenched classmates around him and thought for a while, pretending to be sick. He closed his eyes and fell back. I was obviously prepared for a pain in my butt, but it didn't hurt when I fell down. I don't know which unlucky guy it fell on.
Purpose: Youth lives for oneself