The fan was very diligent, never complaining, never slacking, just constantly churning out wind with a 'whoo-whoo-whoo' as soon as the switch was pressed, until the day it broke down.
Jiang He cranked it up to the highest setting, level three, where the wind blew strongly, fluttering the loose hair by her forehead incessantly as she leaned over the desk with a pen in hand, poking at her own eyebrow as if it were amusing—a lot more amusing than working on those headache-inducing problems, though she had already mastered most of the knowledge in the exercise book. Applying that knowledge step by step and writing it down, however, was quite distressing.
The summer weather was sultry and irksome, and the constant mischief of Ming, Hong, and Gang was even more irritating.
"Princes and generals, can they really be born of common stock?"
Jiang He slapped the pen onto the book and turned to face the fan, going 'woo-wah-woo-woo...'
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Xu Qing glanced at her sidelong.
