"Let's try again," Zhuang Jing said as she chose a desk to sit at.
"Mom, you sit too. Our dream of being sisters is about to come true!" He Qingyan's spirit seemed to improve slightly; like a bonfire on the verge of extinguishing, she dug a hole in the ashes, and a few remaining embers flared up.
Yan Hanxiang stood behind the podium, "Let's begin."
"Wait!" Su Qing also chose a seat.
Chen Ke, the little lady, quickly followed suit.
Gu Ran sat in his usual spot, despite the years that had passed, he still remembered the entire text of "Pipa Song," and even if Yan Hanxiang wasn't the teacher, he could redeem himself.
"Class begins."
"Class begins," Yan Hanxiang spoke unconsciously.
"Stand up," a crisp voice commanded.
"Good~ morning~ teachers~" they responded in unison, stretching the words.
Everything was like a tape being played, no difference between the start and the end.
After waiting a moment to confirm she could move, Yan Hanxiang spoke, "Please sit."
