Michael's Healing Touch in a Broken World Chapter 33

In May in the city of N, there are still large clumps of sycamore catkins with nowhere to go dancing in the wind in the streets and alleys.

The weather has started to get hot, and the students of No. 15 Middle School have changed into their summer uniforms. The teachers who are in charge of enforcing discipline at the school gate are starting to look forward to achieving results as if they are eyeing the school eagerly.

Among the first wave of students who were caught because their clothing did not meet the regulations, Alex Tang was the only boy. The girls were almost all caught because their skirts were too short and did not reach below the knees. He was caught because he insisted on wearing the spring and autumn school uniforms and looked too conspicuous in the crowd.

The one who caught him was the fierce head teacher. He tapped his thick school uniform jacket with his pointer and pointed at his washed-out school uniform pants: "It's almost 30 degrees Celsius, are you still cold?"

Alex Tang smiled playfully: "It's not cold, but I'm allergic to sycamore fluff."