As the lingering warmth of summer still hangs in the air, a faint, almost imperceptible heat seems like summer's reluctant farewell. The curtain falls quietly on the parent-teacher meeting, like a quiet closing ceremony, and the new semester begins.
At the end of their holiday, Zina and her close friend Feiling indulged in a few days of lazy, homebody life. Time flowed by like a gently moving stream, silent yet relentless. Gradually, a feeling of boredom crept into their hearts like a tide, a feeling that lingered like a thin mist in the air.
In the corner of the room, the long-forgotten tin toy lay quietly, as if waiting to be discovered. Zina spotted it by chance, a flicker of surprise and guilt crossing her eyes. She gently picked up a tissue, carefully dampened it with clear water, and, as if handling a precious work of art, gently wiped the tin toy. Her eyes were full of apology as she whispered, "I'm sorry, Tin. I've been so busy lately, I completely forgot about you." The tin toy remained lying there quietly, motionless, as if silently lamenting its forgotten loneliness.
Zina gently stroked Tinker's head, her heart filled with deep conflict. She pondered whether to use magic to bring Tinker to life; the image of that mad war god flashed through her mind, and she knew she might not be able to control that powerful being. After a fierce internal struggle, Zina ultimately decided to leave Tinker as it was. She slowly placed the tin toy back in its original spot, letting it continue to wait silently in that quiet corner, hoping that one day it might be remembered again.
The September sun was still blazing hot, as if burning with its last bit of passion. Elite Elementary School welcomed a lively new school year, the campus filled with laughter and new hope.
Wang Mo arrived at the classroom just in time, running like a frantic little deer. She rushed into the classroom, panting, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat that glistened in the sunlight. "Phew, ugh, back-to-school anxiety! Jianpeng, Sisi, you're both here," Wang Mo said, her voice tinged with exhaustion and helplessness. She greeted Chen Sisi and Jianpeng, who were sitting in their seats, her eyes filled with anticipation and joy.
Chen Sisi smiled and replied, "Wang Mo, good luck in the new semester!" Her smile was like a flower blooming in September, bright and warm, as if it could dispel all the gloom.
Class monitor Shu Yan was busy collecting homework, his figure moving diligently and attentively throughout the classroom. Seeing Wang Mo enter, he walked over, gently patted Wang Mo's head with his homework, and said softly, "Hey, you're so late again. Where's your homework?" Wang Mo replied, "I know."
Then, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she placed her schoolbag on Wenxi's desk. She then began rummaging through the bag, muttering, "I'm sure I brought it, where did I put it?" Her expression was anxious and confused, as if she were searching for a lost treasure.
Just then, Wen Qian pushed the classroom door open forcefully. She walked in, her face contorted with displeasure, her eyes filled with annoyance and dissatisfaction. Seeing Wang Mo's actions, her mood instantly soured.
"Wang Mo, you're blocking my way, move aside." She walked over without any politeness and forcefully pushed Wang Mo, who was looking for something. Her actions were decisive and resolute, without the slightest hesitation.
"Careful! Hey, no need to be so aggressive!" Jianpeng reacted quickly, catching Wang Mo before she fell, and then shouted at Wen Qian. His eyes were filled with anger and dissatisfaction, as if he were standing up for his friend.
Wenxi immediately retorted: "First of all, this is my seat. Wang Mo, don't you have your own seat? Also, Wang Mo, I've seen you do this several times already. Do you really enjoy hogging my seat? If so, I'll go tell the teacher to change seats. Secondly, Jianpeng, I heard your mother is a newspaper reporter. You must have a high level of literary knowledge! Did your mother teach you to call your classmates 'hey'? Don't classmates deserve to have names? If that's the case, then I'm going to complain to the newspaper. How can a reporter like that report good news?" Jianpeng was speechless, his eyes filled with helplessness and anger.
Wang Mo lowered her head and said guiltily, "It's my fault. I shouldn't have taken up Wen Qian's desk. I'll clean it up right away." But Wang Mo's movements were unusually slow; her heart was filled with unease and tension. She accidentally knocked over her schoolbag, scattering books and stationery all over the floor. Wen Qian just stood indifferently to the side, showing no intention of helping. Wang Mo looked particularly pitiful.
"Wenxi, you've really gone too far." Jianpeng was furious, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction towards Wenxi.
Shu Yan walked over and helped Wang Mo pick up the books from the ground, comforting her, "Don't take it to heart. I know you're kind and always able to forgive others." His voice was gentle yet firm, as if it could bring strength to people.
Watching all this unfold, Wenxi felt like a villain in a teen idol drama, but this feeling was strangely appealing. Just as she was about to continue her tirade, the school bell rang crisply, temporarily ending the farce, and everyone returned to their seats.
Since Wenxi's contracted doll was a girl, she didn't show it off to her other classmates.
In the English classroom, sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating every corner, yet failing to dispel the tense atmosphere. The teacher stood solemnly at the podium, her gaze piercing as she looked at the students, earnestly reminding them: "Students, you're about to enter junior high school..."
This is a crucial stage, so you must study hard. There's no room for slacking off in your studies; you are responsible for your future.” Then, the teacher turned to Shu Yan and Chen Sisi, signaling them to lead the reading of the dialogue. Shu Yan and Chen Sisi calmly stood up; their voices were clear and resonant, their fluent reading like a beautiful melody, bringing a satisfied smile to the teacher's face.
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