刺鳞（markgun） NO.2(4)

“好的，下面我找个同学来读下这个段落，”英语老师打开名单，“gunnapat na ranong，新同学是吧？你来读一下这个段落。”
gun听到老师的点名站起身来，“好的，老师，I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart.Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting.Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of.Eventually swaying in the desert oasis.I believe I am,Born as the bright summer flowers......”
安静的教室回荡着gun清澈的声音，坐在后排，本来玩着手机的mark，听到声音，突然猛地抬起头看向gun，mark看不出情绪的眼眸里，像是有一颗小石子投落深潭，荡起阵阵涟漪。