He subconsciously rubbed the pen in his hand.
"Hard to say,"
Shen Yuan said in a low voice, his words exceptionally clear in the quiet classroom.
"The clouds are so thick, and the wind has stopped... The low pressure makes it a little hard to breathe."
He seemed to recall something. The Concentration in his eyes faded, replaced by a subtle, unwavering certainty.
"But..."
Shen Yuan paused, pulling his gaze from the window and letting it fall back on his test paper.
"I don't think it's going to rain."
Ah Jie turned his head, looking at Shen Yuan's mysterious confidence that seemed to come from nowhere. He mumbled a rebuttal, "The hell? Since when are you a part-time weatherman? Look how gloomy it is. No doubt about it, it's definitely gonna rain! Just you wait!"
"Let me tell you, it always rains during finals for your Brother Jie!"
Shen Yuan looked at Ah Jie. "Is that because you cry when you fail English?"
