Ji City has turned hot, the night breeze is sultry, and the cicadas are restless.
In the private room, there hangs an old-fashioned wall-mounted air conditioner, its wind deflector slightly loose, making a clattering sound as the cold air blows.
Although the air conditioner is old, its cooling effect is surprisingly good, the cool air drifting like smoke, slowly falling and dissolving into invisibility.
There isn't any hint of June's heat in the room, it even feels a bit cold.
The atmosphere at the scene has also turned somewhat silent.
Qin Kong and the others glanced at each other, as if they had suddenly turned into clever foxes ready to play some ghostly magic tricks.
Dai Linfang found it difficult to mind these old foxes' thoughts now, his own thoughts turning for quite a while before he suddenly realized.
"No wonder Professor Lu and the others have high hopes for you."
"It's only been a few days, right?"
