Take a short break

It's another summer when we can enjoy barbecues on the main street. A female teacher in her thirties or forties, wearing flesh-colored stockings and black sandals, is lecturing at the podium. Huang Yaya is sitting in the last row, fanning herself with her exercise book.

Although the air conditioner in the classroom works non-stop for sixteen hours a day, its capacity is limited. Students in the first three rows wear long school uniforms in the winter, and students in the last three rows use exercise books as palm-leaf fans in the summer.

Huang Yaya and her high school classmates mostly get up at six in the morning and go to bed at eleven at night. This is a routine like that of an ox or a horse, or even worse than that of a ox or a horse. It's a routine like that of a chicken or a dog, getting up earlier than a chicken and going to bed later than a dog. Huang Yaya, who feels she's not getting enough sleep, is feeling drowsy at this moment. I imagine that the students in the front row and the back row are also feeling a little drowsy. This is the reason why we are tired in winter and exhausted in summer.

The teacher on the stage spoke excitedly with a megaphone: "Great knowledge is not as good as small knowledge, and small years are not as good as big years. What does this mean?"

Huang Yaya was in the back row, repeating the teacher's words, trying to cheer herself up: "What does it mean? Only old man Zhuang Zhou knows."

"The word 'zhi' is the same as 'zhi', so we can understand this sentence like this..."

Huang Yaya's upper eyelid desperately wanted to embrace her lower eyelid, and she used all her strength to try to separate the two, so that her upper and lower eyelids could only be together at night like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl. But their love was stronger than gold, and they soon ignored Huang Yaya's efforts and hugged each other.

"The chao is the last day of each lunar month, and the shuo is the first day of each lunar month. So if you don't know the chao, hui, shuo, or mingshuo, then that's just..."

The sounds in her ears became increasingly ethereal. When Huang Yaya regained consciousness, she had arrived at a very large pond filled with blooming lotus flowers.

Green and red flowers bloom all over this vast pond. The breeze blows over, bringing with it the fragrance of lotus leaves. This is what summer should smell like.

It wasn't that the classroom wasn't ventilated because the air conditioner didn't want to let the cool air out, so the air was filled with the smell of rotting wood. And the wood wasn't natural wood, it was industrial wood, with an indescribable stench. This stench had been rotting in the air conditioner, then trapped in the classroom, just like they were trapped in the classroom.

Huang Yaya opened her arms and breathed in the smell. Looking at the scenery in front of her, she was shocked. How could she describe the scenery in front of her?

One only regrets not having read enough when one needs it. She pondered this thought until it finally hit her. "The lotus leaves stretch to the heavens, their green is boundless; the lotus blossoms, reflecting the sun, are a distinctive red." Who says red and green go so well together? This combination of red and green is so refreshing that even the sun doesn't seem so hot.

Huang Yaya walked along the small bridge and soon came to a small pavilion surrounded by lotus leaves and flowers. Inside the pavilion, a person was reading a book, gazing at the beautiful scenery. Huang Yaya didn't know whether to go forward or not, as she was worried about disturbing others. At this moment, she thought of a profound philosophical question: "Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?"

Oh, so she was dreaming in class! Since she was dreaming, she had to wake up quickly. If she didn't wake up and was discovered, the consequences would be terrible. Huang Yaya kept closing her eyes, opening them, closing them again, and opening them again, repeating this over and over again. Every time she opened her eyes, she saw lotus leaves and lotus flowers, and the unclear face of the scholar in the pavilion.

Since I can't wake up, I'll forget this is a dream and take a good swim in the lotus pond to see who's reading in the pavilion. As Huang Yaya's footsteps drew closer, the wooden bridge creaked under her feet, startling the egrets nestling in the lotus leaves and the reader in the pavilion. Their eyes met, Huang Yaya sizing him up, and he sizing her back.

The man wore a light blue robe, his hair half-tied and half-draped, and a small black jade crown on his head, secured with a silver hairpin. Huang Yaya had never had such a vivid dream before, murmuring, "He's about 1.8 meters tall, and his weight is hard to estimate because he's so tightly covered in clothes. At first glance, he looks like an SSR-level handsome guy, but I wonder what he'll look like up close."

Huang Yaya walked slowly towards him as he was scrutinized. She couldn't help blushing and exclaimed in delight, "Oh my god, so handsome, so handsome."

This man was more handsome than anyone she had ever known in real life. To describe him in one sentence: "Handsome enough to make fish sink to the bottom of the water, geese fall to the ground, the moon hide in shame, so handsome that even the heavens and the earth pale in comparison, and even the sun and the moon are moved."

But she also felt that this description seemed a bit vulgar, as it only described his appearance. How could she describe his temperament? Looking at this young man in green clothes who had stopped reading and was staring at her closely, she had an idea. The Book of Songs said: "There is a gentleman who is as sharp as a knife, as polished as a stone." These words describe him most appropriately.

A pair of willow-shaped eyebrows paired with a pair of black-pupiled phoenix eyes. A nose a inch higher would be too exaggerated, a inch shorter would be less handsome. The color of her lips is like Dior 279, like the lotus flowers in the pond, but not as bright, a color so gentle that you want to taste it. It's not enough to have beautiful lips, but how can the color of these lips be so beautiful? And her temperament is that of a well-educated person, knowledgeable in astronomy and geography.

"You are so handsome!" Huang Yaya said to the man in front of her, who had a very strange look on his face.

“So handsome!”

Before she could take the next step, everything disappeared in the blink of an eye. Huang Yaya was pushed hard several times by her deskmate before she slowly opened her eyes.

What I saw in front of me was not a handsome guy, but a pile of textbooks and a Chinese textbook wet with saliva.

"Huang Yaya, tell me what I just said."

What a bolt from the blue! Even a bolt from the blue wasn't this scary! What did the teacher say? Huang Yaya looked at her deskmate for help, thanking him profusely. He wasn't asleep and was paying attention. She looked at the sentence her deskmate pointed out: "Those who climb up like a sheep's horn can reach ninety thousand miles."

What is Fuyao? What is Yangjiao? Huang Yaya could only bite the bullet and guess: "Ride the wind to fly to a height of 90,000 miles."

"The general idea is correct, but it's not accurate enough! Just pay attention in class and sit down."

Huang Yaya sat down with lingering fear. After the Chinese teacher Lao Yu's big call for soldiers, she was no longer sleepy at all, and the handsome guy in her dream was thrown out of her mind.

"I know everyone's been working hard lately, but you have to listen carefully in class. You're all in your second year of high school, and you're going to take the college entrance exam soon. If you don't do well on the exam, your life will be over. Don't think the teacher is nagging. I'm doing this for your own good. I get paid the same whether you listen or not. You have to be responsible for your own lives..."

Huang Yaya glanced around and saw many people dozing off, looking exhausted. She felt less guilty about sleeping in class. After all, the law doesn't punish everyone, and she really wanted to study hard and listen to the class.

"Xiaoyaoyou"—Ah, Xiaoyaoyou, it's called Xiaoyao, but maybe Xiaoyao is just the Peng. She's not Xiaoyao at all. After all, it's another passage that needs to be memorized in its entirety! Huang Yaya forced herself to stay awake and continue listening to the class.