Chen Bing definitely didn't want Shang Yunmiao to cry, so she led her on a slightly different route, avoiding the area where the children were playing ball throwing, and entered the teaching building from another location.

Before leaving, Chen Bing noticed that Shang Yunmiao kept turning her head to look at the side where they were playing. Chen Bing accurately received her reluctant little eyes.

Do you want to play?

Shang Yunmiao shook her head decisively.

So you just want to watch them play?

This time, Shang Yunmiao nodded.

Oh, I see.

Chen Bing nodded in agreement and led Shang Yunmiao to the third floor, to the connecting corridor next to their classroom, where they watched the game together.

"Would you like to throw a balloon?" As Chen Bing spoke, she blew up a round balloon and handed it to Shang Yunmiao.

Xiao Shang hesitated for a moment after looking at the balloon, then shook her head and rejected Chen Bing's suggestion.

"I...I feel like this isn't a good idea."

"Not good?" Chen Bing tilted her head in confusion.

"Well... Chen Bing, do you remember when we were feeding the fish in the park? We were leaning against the railing like this, throwing fish food into the water. And then, I... um... well, I can't really explain it, but I just felt something was off..."

Feeding the fish...

Following Shang Yunmiao's train of thought, Chen Bing continued the thought process for her. Was it because subconsciously she felt that people have dignity and shouldn't be treated like this?

To be fair, Shang Yunmiao is genuinely gentle. This gentleness is so deep it might even be considered overtly saintly in a post-apocalyptic setting. However, reality is reality, and without the lurking dangers of the past, this gentle nature won't be criticized; on the contrary, it will make her even more endearing.

"Okay, then let's not watch anymore. Let's go back to the classroom and play with balloons. I'll make you a little dog, okay?"

Okay~

Chen Bing's world is occasionally gentle, especially when Shang Yunmiao is smiling sweetly. This gentleness is unrelated to the weather; even if a southerly wind blows and dark clouds roll across the sky, shrouding the world like the end of the world, this gentleness in her heart remains unchanged.

Looking out the window at the ever-changing weather, Chen Bing's mood didn't worsen; on the contrary, she became even happier.

It's been like this for a long time: when the weather is finally about to bring a heavy rain, Chen Bing's mood becomes exceptionally bright. Of course, if it rains continuously, that's a different story; her mood would just rot away.

At this moment, under the teacher's guidance, the students in the classroom were enthusiastically decorating the small classroom with balloons and ribbons. Shang Yunmiao also sat in the back row of the classroom with several female classmates, blowing up balloons.

Chen Bing, on the other hand, used her drawing skills to create a blackboard newspaper on the blackboard in the back row, which was almost finished by now.

By the time the bell rang for the second period, the decorations in the classroom were almost finished.

Everyone sat down in a circle, and the party officially began.

Under the teacher's quiet gaze, two students in the class took their scripts and began hosting the program in a slightly exaggerated tone.

One student after another went up on stage to perform, bringing laughter and joy to everyone.

Compared to the New Year's Eve parties of junior and senior high schools, the elementary school students may not have the best performance skills, but their courage and ideas are unparalleled.

There were very few singing performances; instead, there were many inexplicable balloon-popping acts. Apart from that, the programs imitating TV talk shows, performing skits, and telling jokes were a bit awkward, but considering that they were just children, and that their classmates were very supportive and laughed along, the overall atmosphere was quite good.

The climax of the atmosphere came from a performance by two little boys, Wu Song Fighting the Tiger. Chen Bing saw that after the two boys introduced their performance, one of them got down on all fours and pretended to be a tiger. Then, the two of them started fighting in the middle of the classroom.

Having ideas is good, but you can't have these kinds of ideas.

The teacher, who had been watching closely, quickly stepped forward to stop the two, and after giving a brief summary, released Wu Song and the tiger.

Chen Bing naturally recorded all these interesting scenes. After taking a bunch of pictures with his camera, he happily shared them with Shang Yunmiao beside him.

Because the programs prepared by the students were generally very short, all of the dozen or so programs were finished in just one 40-minute class period.

To prevent the party from becoming dull, the homeroom teacher, who had been sitting on the sidelines, stood next to the podium and asked if any students wanted to perform.

Apart from a few who volunteered and went on stage to pop balloons for a bit, Class 1 of Grade 3 seems to have run out of ideas.

At this moment, the homeroom teacher remembered that Chen Bing from her class had played the violin at the New Year's Eve party, so she asked him if he had any performances to do.

Chen Bing, who had no such intention, spread her hands, explaining that she hadn't brought any musical instruments and that she was like a skilled cook without ingredients.

"I see..." The homeroom teacher nodded and didn't insist any further.

Since there were no more shows, she could only show one or two movies to the students through multimedia, and then let everyone play freely.

Some of the boys were delighted to hear the command and called their friends to run together to the connecting corridor, intending to play with balloons like before.

But at that moment, a strong wind was blowing outside, and the balloon would be swept away and disappear without a trace as soon as it was released from the hand.

But the scene before them didn't dampen their spirits; instead, it fueled their enthusiasm for the trip. They laughed and released the balloons one by one.

Even if a torrential downpour suddenly descends from the sky, slapping the balloons that have flown away to the ground, they can still find joy in it, and like fools, they can stretch out their arms in the direction from which the wind and rain are blowing, feeling the refreshing sensation of the raindrops hitting their bodies.

Immediately afterwards, the group of boys ran back to the classroom with a spirit of sharing, loudly calling for more friends to go to the connecting corridor to experience the torrential rain.

A dozen or so people from the back row ran out in a huge swarm, frolicking and playing in the wind and rain.

Although getting caught in the rain is unpleasant, the wind was really strong today, and the rolling dark clouds were quite beautiful. With such lovely weather, it's best not to worry about getting wet.

Such a silly thing to do is probably something only an eight or nine-year-old child would do, right? Similarly, only they can experience this kind of joy.

The commotion in the back row quickly attracted the attention of everyone else in the class, including Chen Bing and the homeroom teacher. Everyone was curious about what was happening outside.

To satisfy her curiosity, Chen Bing decided to go out and take a look, while the homeroom teacher planned to ask a classmate who had just returned from outside.