Class meeting, on stage, the homeroom teacher Lao Liu rambled on with a heartwarming speech.
Down at the lectern, Li Hua secretly made a sarcastic Nike swoosh with his mouth, showing disdain.
He secretly turned his head to look at his deskmate Jiang Nian, who was sitting in the middle, and whispered.
"This is nonsense, they say going to college ensures being single, one relationship per salute."
Jiang Nian was uninterested, October was still scorching hot.
He adjusted the waistband of his underwear under the table. In this damn weather, even underwear felt like a G-string.
The afternoon was especially stuffy, the old fan squeaked and turned slowly.
He had to pull out a biology textbook from under his desk and swap it with the chemistry textbook he was sitting on. Why chemistry? Because of organic chemistry.
"Hey, Jiang Nian, do you believe me or Lao Liu?" Li Hua felt confident again, seemingly very interested in the topic of love, eager to share his thoughts.
