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The time was four in the afternoon, and as Chu Mo walked out of Building 6 at Normal University, the sky above him suddenly began to drizzle, with light and intermittent raindrops that, when striking one's body, added an unwarranted chill.
Unconcerned with the delicate rain trickling down from above, with his hands in the pockets of his suit pants, Chu Mo slightly tilted his head back. He took in the thick clouds overhead and regretted choosing today for the debate.
Moving forward, he strolled along the quiet path, noticing alert bodyguards in black scattered around him. Their expressions solemn, they appeared unfazed by the rain.
The flowers and plants by the roadside had mostly withered yellow, and even the leaves of the plane trees lining the road were incessantly falling with the wind.
"Mr. Chu, it's raining!"
