The classroom felt a bit damp and cool in the early morning, possibly because it had been closed all night. A faint scent of paint from the wooden desks and chairs wafted through the air. Once the windows were opened, the scent quickly faded, or perhaps he'd just gotten used to it.
Zhou Li sat by the window, quietly listening to the lecture.
The sound of birds chirping faintly drifted in from outside.
The branches and leaves of the trees were so close, adorned with shimmering dewdrops, that they almost seemed to reach inside.
It was an excellent study environment.
Zhou Li had brought Tuanzi to the classroom as well.
The little creature lay on his lap, a warm and soft presence, drifting in and out of sleep.
