Zhao Huanhuan slowly watched, learning about the original owner's childhood experiences as a paper doll.

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June 28, 1966, sunny.

The exams are finally over, and I feel so relieved. I wonder how my scores were, and whether I'll be able to get into the top high school.

Zhang Yue said she hoped we could both get into the top high school and remain classmates.

But my parents said that No. 1 Middle School is far from home, so No. 3 Middle School is closer to home.

Ugh, I'm so conflicted!

However, this doesn't seem to be something I can control. It depends on the score. Haha, suddenly I'm not so worried anymore!

July 12, 1966, sunny

I received my report card today. I feel sorry for Zhang Yue. I couldn't get into the top high school like her. She got first place in the class and got into the top high school.

I ranked eleventh and got into the No. 3 Middle School that my parents wanted me to attend.

However, I think I've done right by my parents; they no longer have to worry about me going to school too far from home when they're at work.

When Helan Hai found out that I had entered the Third Middle School just like him, he was so happy that he ran up to me and said that we could be classmates again.

I suddenly remembered that before the exam, Helan Hai ran up to me and asked which middle school I wanted to attend, and I casually said No. 3.

Actually, I wanted to go to No. 1 Middle School, but I was afraid I wouldn't pass the exam, so I was too embarrassed to tell my deskmate He Lanhai.

Hehe, old classmate, sorry, I lied to you.

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There are two more entries in this diary, and then this one is full.

After Zhao Huanhuan finished reading through them all, she chuckled. It was clear that Zhao Huanhuan's handwriting had improved steadily throughout elementary school. Although her handwriting was still somewhat immature by graduation, it had already begun to take the shape of her current style.

Zhao Huanhuan closed the notebook and put it aside, then picked up another one to read.

"Is this a diary you wrote before? May I read it?" Lin Yuan stood up, moved a chair in front of her, and sat facing her, looking longingly at the diary she had placed aside, and asked.

Zhao Huanhuan looked at the expectant man in front of her, then glanced at the diary beside her, and smiled. "I just jotted down random notes when I was in elementary school. If you don't find it boring, feel free to read it!"

Lin Yuan gave a soft "hmm," reached out and picked it up, sat up straight, and slowly opened Zhao Huanhuan's diary.