Emitting sounds here was like you were committing a crime.
You would probably be stared by the others' fierce eyes full of hatred. Their
eyes were telling you, "It is a dangerous place if you don't behave
yourself!" The air from the air-conditioner was bone chilling wind, making
my body kept quivering. Therefore, in order to keep myself warm, I started to
have a stroll to look around here.
The bookcases were arranged neatly, like queuing up in the playground. I walked into the oversize circulation, most of the books were covered by dirt. Some of the front covers of those old books were torn. Suddenly, I heard there was something kept on buzzing around my ears and flying around my face. I really hoped that it wouldn't fall in love with me. I could hear my heartbeats and they became faster and faster. I was even not dare to move. Luckily, the vampire bloodsucker was not interested in me. Instead, it left and found another target to sustain its life. When I was turning over the pages, flies were coming out from it and those dusts are allergic to me, causing me to cough. "Ha-choo!" It was guilty when I was producing such a loud voice, so I crept up and left, trying to avoid making any noise.
After that, I left there and travelled around here again. I came across to the printing room. The smell of the ink permeated the room and the corridor. Students were lining up for the fast print. The queue was as long as the dragon with no end. People started to find distraction from boredom. Many of them became smartphone addicts and having fun with their mobile phones, such as playing facebook, Instagram. They had a habit that uploading a photo on their status and grumbling in the caption, saying that "How come our school is a miser? I don't need you to save money for us!" Some of them were having chit-chat with their friends while they were waiting to print their notes. However, their whispers annoyed those who were sitting beside them, trying to concentrate their revision. "Shu......" It really grasped their attention but there was no influence on them. Those at the back were snoozing, like they were enjoying their fantasy because their snoring were quite obvious.
I went back to the study carrel to continue my revision. Students around me were having stacks of reference books beside them. It seemed that If they haven't finished reading those books, they were not going to leave. Everybody were afraid of being left behind from others. Of course, not all of them were that hard-working. Some students were waiting for their lessons, but they didn’t know how to spend the time before their lectures, so some of them were sleeping happily on the sofa. The saliva were drooling from their mouths to the floor. In order to kill time, most of the boys were sitting in front of their computers. Playing action games with lots of body gestures, they moved around their arms and legs and hit the keyboard to have a better result. However, for those who really wanted to have a computer to do research for their assignments were forced to leave disappointingly. I could see fire from their eyes but they were just trying to suppress their temper.
At here, not only reading, but witnessing.
