The day before yesterday was the second day of the school sports meeting. The class watched the movie "Tea Ah Er Zhong" and an episode of "Cells at Work" about the flu virus. Today, school ended early, and by ten o'clock at night, everyone had left. I stayed behind, looking at the messy desks in the classroom, listening to the squeaking sound of the classroom fan, sitting on the platform. The blackboard eraser had passed, but you could still see traces of writing on it, which were the homework for the sports meeting self-study, the projects for today's sports meeting, and the class schedule. The order book on the platform was spread out.
Our junior high school teacher told us that one night he couldn't sleep, so he opened his phone and pulled up the surveillance footage. The classroom was empty, some students had left their pens scattered on the desks, and there was trash on the floor. The silence made him inevitably think about something.
"If the earth were to be destroyed, then..."
"Then it would be over. Why think so much."
"What about after it's over?"
"..."