No one can fake themselves planting flowers or sowing flower seeds since Professor Joy checks on us one by one. She wants to see to it that we are doing a good job, of spreading the beauty in floriography.
"Tsh! This is an inferno. We are burning in hell's flame."
I totally understand why everyone is complaining about the sultry weather of the day because I myself am experiencing the heat too. But I love what I am doing, so such petty heat won't stop me from achieving what I want to do.
For two hours, all of the floriculture students will fry themselves up in the searing heat with no sunblock or any protection against the sunlight, only the shades of trees and structures but it took us an hour before we moved on to the forest.
"Clause," Ira spoke up to me, huffing like he was hyperventilating as he fan himself with a carton piece he cut himself. "Give me some of your water."
He begged in his raspy voice, looking all thirsty with his dying expression on his face.
