"It's 3-0 now, time to wash up and go to bed..."

"Four to zero! What are you sleeping for?! Garbage!"

"..."

After the game ended, Chu Yang also finished reviewing his English notes.

I turned to the back and found a page that had been torn off. Just as I was about to close the book, I suddenly noticed the marks on the paper.

It was the ink that was imprinted through the pen tip from the torn piece of paper.

Driven by curiosity and a thirst for knowledge, Chu Yang took a pencil and gently scribbled on the paper.

The words appeared quickly.

The content is short, consisting of only three lines of English.

A stretch of smog-shrouded grassland,

and a town full of flying catkins,

occur when rain falls as plums ripen.

Chu Yang read it twice, his eyes filled with deep thought.

...What does that mean?

It's not that I don't understand the literal meaning.

The first sentence describes a grassland shrouded in mist.

The second line describes a town filled with flying catkins.

The third line is about rain falling when the plums ripen.

The three sentences seem to have no connection whatsoever.

It doesn't seem to be a knowledge point.

Li Qingshu even wrote a separate page, then tore it out.

It's really baffling.

After staring at it for a long time without figuring out anything, Chu Yang gave up.

Perhaps Li Qingshu just wrote it down casually; why should she ponder it so much?

So I took an eraser and wiped away the pencil marks.

"Wash up, go to sleep!"