Come To the Question

Not getting enough sleep for eight hours was really painful. Song Man yawned and read the book diligently, pretending that he was not in a daze.

It's really a waste of time and life. It's good to take this time to sleep or play games and not solve the problem.

Song Man felt that when she was so close to falling asleep, the temperature that did not belong to her was sticking to her waist, making her tremble all over.

Chu Fengqiu silently withdrew his hand, hiding his merit and fame.

Song Manquan was completely awake with fright, and he was extremely awake.

After waking up, there was endless pain. Song Man wanted to shout to Chu Fengqiu that I was a scholar and then fall asleep happily.

But that's just thinking.

The fan squeaked and turned around not far away, but the wind it brought was very limited.

What made Song Man feel the most speechless was the other fan in front of him. It was installed upside down. Standing under the fan, it couldn't blow the wind. Everyone didn't apply for repairs.

The air was dull, and the heat was like a shadow. Song Man wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little irritable.

In the past, the advantage of the school was that there was no need to worry about blowing the air conditioner, so it wouldn't get too hot. Qingcheng No. 1 Middle School was no good. Public schools didn't have so many funds. time to open.

Song Man was melancholy. Her parents knew that they had donated two buildings to the school in exchange for this opportunity. Why couldn't they install an air conditioner for the school.

Song Man fanned himself with a notebook, and saw the girl sitting upright taking notes next to her.

It is summer now, and everyone is wearing summer school uniforms. Chu Fengqiu's arms are exposed, and they look white and thin. Thinking about the low temperature of Chu Fengqiu's palms, Song Man feels that he sees hope.

Since they are sisters, it shouldn't be too much to cool down, right?