Most of the students in Class 12 breathed a long sigh of relief, and some waved their arms to relieve the pain. Instructor Lu looked around, and almost everyone had a look on their face that was about to cry but had no tears.
"Disband!"
Instructor Lu and the instructor of Class 13 walked toward the teaching building. The students suddenly felt relieved and dispersed collectively.
Xie You took off his hat, smoothed his hair back and forth with one hand, and fanned the wind with his hat, "Damn, it's killing me."
Zuo Qian breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around, slowed down and walked towards a crowded place. He glanced sideways at Xie You to make sure he was following.
"Hey, Brother Qian, wait for me first."
Xie You trotted up to Fang Bowen, supporting his knees with one hand and continuing to fan his hat with the other hand, "Brother Fang, do you know how to get to the canteen? One height is too big."
Fang Bowen paused, stood there, glanced at Zuo Qian not far away with a slightly resentful look, and was silent for a while.
"Actually, you can read the signs."
"..."
When Zuo Qian heard this, he frowned for a moment and met Fang Bowen's eyes.
……Are you sick?
Intention: learning