The last day of the first term in the second year of high school, July 20th.
"This morning when I checked the weather, it said the high will be 32°."
"These past few days have been like that, but I felt stuffy as soon as I woke up."
"Is it going to rain?"
"Not necessarily, the chance of rain is 36%."
"Ugh, I hate it; I hope it ends early."
"Yeah, if it ends by noon, we'll have to go home under the sun. I don't want that."
"I'm worried about it raining, but the sun is unbearable too."
Dubian Che listened to the conversation of the two girls in front, the mechanical pencil in his hand scribbling on the grid paper the reflections on learning requested by the principal.
"Snap."
The lead broke, marking a small black smudge on the pristine grid paper.
This scene seemed oddly familiar—as he thought this, Dubian Che pressed the end of the pencil with his thumb.
"Snap, snap," there was sound but no lead appeared.
He turned his head and turned around.
