In late July, rainy days continued for nearly a week. Rain pattered outside the window, and a thin mist snaked in the air, like a giant dragon.
Tan Yang half-squinted his eyes and kept rubbing his body against the person next to him. The paper Lin Qingyu wrote the calculations on was blown up by the wind and turned over for a while. When she arranged the pose again, Tan Yang leaned on her thin shoulder, lazily.
There was a stifling heat in the classroom, and Tan Yang frowned as if he felt uncomfortable. Lin Qingyu turned to look at her, stopped writing, and replaced it with a small folding fan. The folding fan swayed up and down in Lin Qingyu's hand. The force was gentle, and the arc was kept as small as possible to avoid waking up the people around him.
Tan Yang calmly and willfully slowed down his breathing in the familiar scent of jasmine.
A continuous drizzle passed, and Tan Yang's sleepiness dissipated, still clinging to Lin Qingyu.
Lin Qingyu has a medium to thin figure, with clear finger joints, and there is no fat on the ballpoint pen held on the fingertips. Tan Yang stared at the hands that moved freely on the exercises and said, "Lin Qingyu, your hands are too pretty."
Lin Qingyu ignored these words and didn't even pause the pen in her hand.
Concept: Like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind