In the classroom, the children's spirits were all very low.
After all, having to part with classmates after six years of friendship, even Wei Rong found it hard to muster a smile.
Recalling the first day of school, though there was initially a divide between the kids from rural and urban backgrounds, as time passed, those prejudices had long since faded.
Sentimental Qu Ruorui's tears flowed freely, leaning on Yue Qingqing's shoulder.
Jun Feifei pouted and poked her in the back, "What are you crying for? Your grades are almost as good as Wei Rong's, you'll surely be accepted into First Middle School. I'm the real miserable one here, going to be nagged at again when I get home."
Upon hearing this, Qu Ruorui suddenly felt somewhat comforted and nodded her head.
"That's true, and I can stay with Qingqing, maybe even become desk mates."
Jun Feifei, without a word, lay down listlessly and sighed.
Bracing herself to face the storm that awaited her at home.