Yanagihara on top[gl]

"呲...呲..."

At noon in September, the heat was still hard to dissipate. The sun was so hot that people wanted to peel off their skin. The cicadas outside the window kept chirping.

Xie Jingxi raised her arms to cover her eyes, and frowned tightly. Even though the classroom was on the fourth floor, she could still smell the smell of the plastic track on the stadium being melted by the sun.

annoying.