Ethan Hayes chuckled self-deprecatingly, leaning against the big tree. After staring at the lights of the student dormitory for a while, he finally turned and walked towards the school gate.
A gust of cold wind blew through, and Ethan felt a bit chilly. He tightened his coat around himself and adjusted his backpack straps before walking a few steps and sneezing twice in succession.
It's so cold, it feels colder today than yesterday. It seems like autumn has truly arrived.
Ethan sniffed and strode off with long steps.
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In the blink of an eye, it was the last history class on Saturday morning.
The atmosphere in the classroom was drowsy, while the history teacher continued his lecture with enthusiasm on the podium.
Liam Shaw turned his head to look at Ethan Hayes, who sat beside him. Ethan was propping his chin with one hand, while the other rested on the desk, nodding off intermittently.
