After breakfast, the temperature indeed began to rise.
The sky outside the window accumulated more and more clouds, dark, and the light was as dim as a foggy evening. Occasionally, between those dark clouds, bursts of light would shoot out, or countless forks of lightning would tear through the air, followed seconds later by rolling thunder.
Huai Xu had taken his seat by the window again. Sitting on the windowsill, he turned his head to watch the weather outside, saying without looking back, "A heavy storm is coming."
"Mm."
"It rained during the college entrance examination last year too, and it's raining this year as well," Huai Xu muttered.
"You still remember that," Zhou Li said.
"Of course."
"Do you remember if it rained during the college entrance examination the year before last?"
"I don't remember."
"'It did.' Zhou Li paused for a moment. While petting Tuanzi, he looked up at him. 'It mostly rains during the college entrance examinations.'"
