The sun still blazed outside like it had a personal grudge, making the air inside the small room sticky and heavy.
Selena fanned herself wildly with the book. "I swear, if Mr. Sun doesn't cool down soon, I'm going to melt right here."
Gala, sitting cross-legged on the floor, rubbed her temples. "Speaking of heat… I have a problem way worse than this weather."
Everyone looked up, curious.
Selena tilted her head, eyes wide. "Oh? What's up? Spill."
Gala sighed deeply. "I think my phone is spying on me. Like, every time I mention something, the ads suddenly pop up everywhere."
"Welcome to the 21st century!" Sam laughed. "Big Brother is watching you, Gala."
Yan nodded, smirking. "Yeah, like that time you talked about wanting pizza and suddenly your feed was full of pizza ads?"
"Exactly!" Gala said, frustrated. "It's creepy."
Selena put down her book and leaned forward. "I think we're all being watched. Maybe Mr. Sun has teamed up with some tech giants to make life hotter and nosier."
Sam groaned. "Now you're mixing heatwaves with conspiracy theories?"
"Why not? It fits the vibe," Selena grinned.
Just then, the fan in the corner rattled noisily and stopped.
Everyone stared in silence for a moment.
"Great," Yan said. "Even the fan is quitting on us."
Selena stood up dramatically. "This is a sign! We must go outside and confront Mr. Sun ourselves."
"Are you serious?" Gala said, standing up. "I'm not melting today. I'm not going outside."
Sam laughed. "Typical Selena, always the hero of the day."
Yan shrugged. "Well, if you're going, I'm tagging along. Someone has to record this 'confrontation.'"
Selena grabbed her sunglasses and marched toward the door. "Come on, team. Let's teach Mr. Sun a lesson — maybe his wife will cook for him if we're brave enough."
Gala rolled her eyes but smiled. "I guess I'm coming too. This heat's got me crazy."
As they stepped out into the scorching light, Selena whispered, "So hot… so hot…"
And with that, their strange little adventure under the angry sun began.