Monday morning.
Outside the window, the sky was blue and the clouds white, drifting elegantly.
The morning sunlight was bright and clear, casting delicate beams across the desks, not as fiercely hot as at noon, making the students feel comfortable.
At the podium, the Chinese language teacher, Dai Yongquan, held a book and recited classical poetry in an elegant tone.
Such a scene was highly conducive to sleeping.
Xue Yuantong listened for half the class, covering her mouth lazily and yawning several times, feeling sleepy.
The study time was over, and it was time to sleep.
She rested her arm on the desk and leaned forward, sneakily peaking at Jiang Ning.
The soft and fragmented sunlight not only fell on the desk but also on Jiang Ning, the bright light illuminating his profile and outlining his three-dimensional features.
Xue Yuantong was suddenly stunned, staring openly at him.
