Although it's hot, what's the matter?

Although it was very hot, Camus felt cold all over. She never thought she would do such a thing when she was growing up. Classmates for decades, Camus and her primary school grades are comparable. Sometimes she was the first in the exam before primary school, and sometimes she was one or two points ahead of herself. Camus himself didn't feel anything.

Therefore, in this morning's math exam, when the little girl sitting in front of her pointed to the test paper and suggested how to do the fifth fill-in-the-blank question, even if the good baby was like Camus, she did not hesitate to tear off a piece of paper, write down the answer and turned it into a ball. She was about to throw it out when the teacher caught her.

The teacher took the paper ball in Camus's hand and asked what was going on. Camus was about to speak when Mix, who was sitting in front of him, suddenly turned around and said to the teacher, The paper ball was thrown to Camus by himself. In fact, he didn't want to cheat, just because Camus had to ask himself and wrote an answer under pressure. Finally, I asked the teacher to forgive myself and promised that I would never cheat again.

Camus was on his way home. At noon, the sun is fierce. Camus looked up, her eyes were hurt by the sun. I looked down and walked forward again. I didn't go home with junior high school today. I handed in my paper in advance. I can't figure out why I lied to the teacher in junior high school, why I framed myself, and I couldn't understand my eyes when I left.

Camus couldn't help hugging his arms, but she still couldn't feel any warmth.