He received an unprecedented grade in art class—a B.
"Thank you, Lady Meijie." At noon in the club room, Dubian Che respectfully poured Jiutiao Meijie a glass of juice.
"Are you happy with a grade you cheated for?" Kiyono Lin, who easily scored an A, said disdainfully.
"It's mine, just like it's Dubian's," Jiutiao Meijie said with a smile, taking a sip of juice.
"I like that saying; I'll write it in my diary."
Speaking of diaries, Dubian Che suddenly remembered that his first diary was still with Kiyono Lin.
He gave Kiyono Lin a look that said 'about time you returned it to me.'
Kiyono Lin put the vibrant broccoli into her cherry-colored lips, gazed out the window, and ignored Dubian Che.
In October, when northeast winds usually blew, today, unusually, a south wind arose.
The white curtains fluttered, and Kiyono Lin's beautiful black hair gently swayed.
