Wednesday, the sun turned Shibuya Station into almost a mirage, and Dubian Che's first high school swim class began.
Back in elementary school in his hometown, they had swimming lessons, but back then, although Dubian Che could swim, it was all in fun—the breaststroke, dog paddle, whatever he felt like doing.
The only teacher wouldn't teach at all, just sat eating watermelon and icy treats, casually ensuring their safety.
He truly began to swim for fitness after the Ochazuke incident—not just swimming, many things changed from that time.
Now, he could swim like an athlete.
His class was still combined with class four, but boys and girls were completely separated, only able to hear the girls' enticing screams and laughter through the wall.
After changing into swimwear, the boys gathered at the poolside.
The sky was very blue, quite beautiful, like an oil painting, but the sun made the skin hurt.
