December 9th, Monday.
The sky was gloomy, and the continuous drizzle wove a tight net, covering the street on the way to school.
Lin Li wore a raincoat, biking through the damp streets, the wheels splashing through the puddles.
If there were pedestrians nearby, Lin Li would immediately slow down, even a bicycle is so considerate, this is the king of Xiling's quality, the last piece of pure land in Xiling.
Looking at a large group of umbrella-carrying pedestrians on the road, Lin Li truly didn't understand.
On a rainy day, the rain is what bothers them, yet they attack umbrellas instead, it truly makes one feel sorry for the umbrellas, this is the epitome of human frailties, alas.
Given the weather, it seems there's no need for drills today, so no speeches either, nothing to regret or feel sorry for, Lin Li was quite happy about it.
Classroom.
