Trying to Run? Dream On. If you offer yourself to me, I might consider it. — Su Zai Zai Fairy's Diary In June, the weather gradually shifted from cool and pleasant to hot and dry. The sky was a clear, vivid blue, and the cement ground was baked scorching hot under the sun. The cicadas screeched intermittently, their cries loud and sharp. Inside the classroom, seven or eight students crowded around the bulletin board by the back door, checking the results of the monthly…