Huang Yaoran was breathing heavily, squatting half-squatting with his hands on his knees. Sweat flowed from his forehead to his jaw. On the playground, the stadium on the viewing platform was baked naked by the sun. At this time, Su Zixiao, who was standing under the shade of a tree, looked at Huang Yaoran, leaned down slightly and said, "Heh." After saying that, he folded his arms and said "heh" again, and then leaned against the tree trunk. Huang Yaoran chuckled quietly, stood up and leaned next to Su Zixiao. Su Zixiao was about to say something, but Huang Yaoran beat him to it. He pretended to be weak: "Stop complaining, brother." Su Zixiao said without thinking: "Go away." Huang Yaoran laughed a few times and said, "I actually felt that you were like a primitive man, and you still curse like this." After saying this, Huang Yaoran started coughing...
Purpose: This article is a serious novel