Sheng Tang yawned, stepping through the thin layer of snow on the ground, making her way to the classroom step by step.
Once she reached the classroom, Sheng Tang put down her backpack, took off her coat, still feeling a bit groggy in her head.
Her eyelids kept twitching.
She was even superstitious about it, believing that nothing good would happen if her eyelids twitched. She rubbed her right eye vigorously, still yawning, and took out her textbook.
"So sleepy?" Jiang Baocu nudged her.
It was cold today, and the classroom's heating was on full blast. With so many people in the room, Sheng Tang felt oxygen-deprived, struggling to keep her eyes open.
"It's not sleepiness, it's suffocation," Sheng Tang said, "How about opening a window?"
"You'd get beaten to death," Jiang Baocu replied honestly, "It's snowing outside, it's freezing."
Sheng Tang: "..."
