The sunlight outside the window is just right.
The trees near the teaching building cast patches of shade, the midsummer sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, sprinkling mottled spots on the ground the size of copper coins. The sound of cicadas fills the entire summer, seemingly unable to bear the unbearable heat.
Summer is scorching, the sun blazing high, the air so hot that it feels suffocating.
Yet there is a different kind of energy, as if the blazing sun and the cicadas were meant to make up the summer.
"Parallel worlds..."
Playing with the green gemstone in his hand, Gu Mo leaned his chin on his hand, looking somewhat nostalgically out the classroom window. Despite sitting near the middle, it didn't stop him from seeing the students running and shouting on the distant sports field.
He was finally sitting in a classroom again, like an ordinary student—
