The red balloon swayed gently past the window, then drifted further and further away, following the direction of the wind, until it disappeared from Shang Yunmiao's sight.

The scene outside the window made her recall her shameless sneak attack on Chen Bing more than two years ago on that birthday night with a warm evening breeze.

Although a nine-year-old child is not yet in puberty, they already understand the differences between boys and girls and their feelings to some extent. Recalling the scene at that time, Shang Yunmiao couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

However, this shame was still within her acceptable range. What she was about to do, however, truly pushed the boundaries of her sense of shame.

During the long break between classes, Shang Yunmiao tapped Chen Bing's shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

Facing the boy's turned face, Shang Yunmiao took out a box of chocolate cookies from her desk drawer.

Before getting down to business, it's essential to make appropriate gestures and warm up the atmosphere.

Chen Bing took the cookie box, opened it, and started eating while reading the book in her hand.

"Chen Bing, look at this."

Sharing snacks wasn't Shang Yunmiao's real purpose; what she truly wanted to do was show this pink piece of paper to Chen Bing.

After placing the bookmark and closing the book, Chen Bing picked up the paper that Shang Yunmiao handed her and looked at it.

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Hello Shang Yunmiao! When I picked up my pen, you were the first person I thought of, so I decided to write you this letter. Do you know? You are my favorite person at school…

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What the heck? A love letter! Who wrote this to Shang Yunmiao? Doesn't she know she's my underling? She didn't even give me an application!

Chen Bing looked at her younger brother with a surprised expression, only to see the boy looking at her with a flushed face.

Going back to read the love letter, Chen Bing couldn't find any information about the writer. It made sense; it was already quite an achievement for a third-grader to muster the courage to write a love letter to a girl he liked. If he were to leave his name, he'd probably be laughed at by his classmates at an age when they were still quite ashamed of romantic relationships.

Okay, okay, let's see if I can get my classmates to laugh at you to death.

"Who gave you this letter?" Feeling very unhappy, Chen Bing looked up and asked Shang Yunmiao, who was standing next to her. His tone was not very friendly, and his expression was cold.

Seeing him like this, Shang Yunmiao wasn't afraid; instead, she couldn't help but feel happy.

"I don't know, I saw it after I came back from doing exercises outside."

Fine, young man, you're hiding your head and cowering, you don't even dare to show your face. But do you think I can't do anything to you just like that? Chen Bing turned her head, preparing to ask the people around her if anyone had seen anyone come to Shang Yunmiao's seat.

Having roughly guessed Chen Bing's intentions, Shang Yunmiao grabbed his arm and stopped him. After some persuasion, she finally dissuaded him from his revenge and saved the hothead's face.

"Next time someone sends you a love letter, you must report it to me immediately, understand?" After retracting her own thoughts, Chen Bing patted Shang Yunmiao on the shoulder and informed her.

And this is exactly what Shang Yunmiao wanted to discuss.

The little girl nodded and then suggested exchanging opinions.

"Then, Chen Bing, could you give me the love letters that other people wrote for you?"

Indeed, this is exactly what Shang Yunmiao wanted to achieve.

Somehow, perhaps the kids who are about to enter fourth grade are starting to understand things, because in the past month or two, two girls have actually given Chen Bing love letters. Two! Shang Yunmiao, counting herself, only has one!

Thinking this way, she felt uneasy, as if a stone was weighing on her heart. Although Chen Bing also didn't know who sent the love letter and hadn't expressed any particular meaning, he had carefully photographed and kept it, which made Shang Yunmiao very unhappy.

But... but, no matter how unhappy she was, she couldn't say anything. She wasn't a child anymore; she couldn't be as foolish as before, letting Chen Bing throw away the love letters.

Otherwise, if the other party asks, "Why?", how am I supposed to answer?

This feeling of unease continued until one or two months later, on Children's Day, when she returned to the classroom after doing her morning exercises, she was surprised to find the love letter on her desk.

And that's how the scene just now came about.

Shang Yunmiao was anxiously awaiting Chen Bing's reply.

To her surprise, the other party agreed almost without hesitation.

After casually tearing up the love letter in her hand, Chen Bing replied, "Okay, I'll give it to you when I get home."

"Um!"

Shang Yunmiao was very happy and not sad at all because Chen Bing tore up the love letters that others had given her. Because, think about it, she only used one letter and got two from Chen Bing, so no matter how you look at it, she got the better deal.

After receiving Chen Bing's promise, Shang Yunmiao felt exceptionally happy. Humming a cute little tune, she happily finished the rest of her class.

After another ten-minute break, the homeroom teacher, who had been leading them since the second semester of first grade, entered the classroom and, after finishing the day's lessons, told them about the afternoon's schedule.

According to the usual practice of Baishi Town Central Primary School, although students still have to go to school on Children's Day, they don't have classes in the afternoon. Specifically, the third and fourth periods in the afternoon are used to hold class-level Children's Day parties.

The specific format is somewhat similar to how junior and senior high school students celebrate New Year's Day. Students put on a few performances, then everyone puts the table together, eats snacks and drinks, and happily spends this short period of time.

Of course, since they were all elementary school students, it wasn't appropriate to force them to pay for things. So the school generously approved some funds for the day's food, drinks, and entertainment. In addition, the homeroom teacher was responsible for overseeing the class and assisting in organizing the party.

Since moving into the spacious and bright new teaching building in the second semester of second grade, these children who enrolled in 2011 have already experienced one Children's Day celebration, so they know it's a good thing and cheered with joy.

After school ended at noon, during the two-hour break at home, some students were actively preparing their own performances, while others were choosing snacks to bring to school. Still others took out their long-treasured pocket money to buy more balloons at the school gate so they could play freely at school.