The first week of school was awful. Everyone experienced the indescribable misery of the communal sleeping hall. Even the most carefree of the bunch, Li Zhaohe, now had dark circles under his eyes—the consequence of a group of boys staying up all night shooting the breeze instead of sleeping.
On Saturday, school let out after two afternoon classes. The four of them had already packed their things, so they were the first ones to bolt out of the school, racing home like the wind.
When she got home and saw her mother there, Yuan Si threw herself at her, hugging her legs and starting to wail.
"Oh my, what's wrong? Were you bullied at school? You tell Mom, and Mom will go find them." Her mother had never seen her daughter so emotional. Although the girl was all thunder and no rain, her actions made it clear she felt deeply wronged.
