The afternoon sun in Yangon hung like a sluggish egg in the sky.
Gu Weijing walked through the school gate along the shady green corridor with his backpack,
amidst the coming and going of people,
the programming club students were building the competition field with Lego bricks on the nearby playground.
Sports students holding football helmets and girls wearing black-and-white color-block dance dresses were noisily playing around as they passed by him.
Spring was vibrant, full of vitality,
even the calls of larks in the tree shade seemed full of energy.
The coursework pressure at the international school was not heavy, most students here would choose to study abroad, unlike most Asian middle schools which were very competitive.
No matter what grade, there were no classes around three or four o'clock.
The remaining time was for rehearsals of various student clubs.
