It wasn’t serious to begin with, and after it heals, there won’t be any scars left.
Having regained a deskmate, Tessa Thompson excitedly chatted with Hannah, asking her about the competition and also about her guaranteed university admission.
"Hannah, does that an you won’t have to co to school anymore?" Tessa asked enviously.
Arnold Simmons, sitting behind them, stopped his pen and perked up his ears to listen to Hannah’s reply.
"No, that’s not the case." She said.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Hannah continued: "I’ll still co to classes and take exams, just like everyone else."
The two girls always had endless topics to talk about. Tessa even took out the snacks she had just bought to share with Hannah. They ate bite by bite until the class bell rang, and Tessa hurriedly put the snacks away.
The first evening revision class was math, and as soon as Oscar Evans entered, he frowned, "Have you been eating snacks in the classroom again?"
Tessa guiltily lowered her head, not daring to look at Oscar Evans’s expression.
Hannah pursed her lips, unable to chew and swallow the fruit candy in her mouth in ti.
Fortunately, it wasn’t just the two of them who snacked in class; everyone felt a bit guilty.
Oscar Evans did not continue to probe; he simply opened the balcony doors, "You are all growing right now, so you should eat fewer of these non-nutritious snacks. Right now, you may enjoy it, but once you reach thirty-five years of age, you’ll understand..."
Following "As long as confidence doesn’t slide, there will be more solutions than difficulties," "once you reach thirty-five years of age, you’ll understand" beca another of Oscar Evans’s go-to phrases.
The classmates were now so familiar with the teacher’s pet phrases that they frequently teased each other with them.
Of course, they all knew that the teacher was saying it for their own good.
At the end of the first evening revision session, Oscar Evans, unable to sit still, took the opportunity to clear the drain on the classroom’s outside balcony. After that, he randomly picked two boys from the class to take out the trash.
Taking out the trash was considered a "coveted assignnt" at First Middle School.
Because the garbage collection point was behind the school, it took at least ten minutes to walk there from the teaching building, and along the way, one could enjoy the scenery outside the fence.
Especially at night.
The pitch-black surroundings were completely invisible, which was the most thrilling part.
The two boys, carrying the trash can, intended to head to the back door, but upon seeing Arnold Simmons, they decisively chose to exit through the front door instead.
The weather was cooler, so the stench of the garbage wasn’t as suffocating as in the sumr, but Emily Jones still covered her nose, her face filled with disgust, "Can’t you walk towards the back?"
"Didn’t you see it’s crowded back there?" One boy retorted and they left with the trash can.
Only then did Emily turn her head to look.
Indeed, she saw a crowd gathered around Hannah’s seat—so chatting, so with questions, bustling with activity; even Arnold’s seat was surrounded by people.
Emily clenched her fists tightly, almost bursting into tears again.
She had been in Class Two from freshman to senior year, yet now the classmates seed to prefer Hannah, who was new.
Why!
It wasn’t until the class bell rang that everyone dispersed again.
During the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, Hannah, as a representative of outstanding students, was recomnded by the grade director to give a speech, with the senior students standing at the front.
Arnold just had to lift his eyes to see the girl on the stage.
The clean and tidy uniform, the ponytail tied behind her head, a light smile on her face, the clouds rolling and spreading in the distant sky, behind her, that was the direction of the light.
In that instant, it was as if all the colors of the world had faded away.
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