Night fell.
Somewhere in the Ninth District, a gentle, elegant woman sat atop a hill, painting.
The night was like water.
With stroke after stroke, she painted one eco-village after another.
The colors were vivid, the details precise, the meaning profound... The villages beneath the night had a uniquely tranquil air.
The woman's artistic skill was exceptional, clearly at the Master Level.
After finishing the painting, she took out a diary and began to write.
"Today, clear turning cloudy. Year One of the Nine Stars Calendar."
"This was a world jointly built by Yun and Sheng."
"Everything was so peaceful and quiet, like clouds in the sky."
"They would live happily ever after."
Just then, a woman's angry scolding rose louder and louder from one of the eco-villages!
"Forty-five classes, with each class needing to buy twenty-four shuttlecocks. How many shuttlecocks do they need altogether?"
"How did you come up with forty-five plus twenty-four? Speak!"
"Multiplication! When you see the word 'each,' you use multiplication! How many times have I told you? Why can't you understand?"
"What do you think about all day? If it's not Ultraman, then it's Kamen Rider. What are you constantly gesturing with those trembling hands for?"
"I'm furious! One of us is dying today! Either you'll anger me to death, or I'll beat you to death!"
The gentle woman furrowed her brow slightly and continued writing in her diary: "Today was another peaceful day. Everyone was living happily..."
Slap! A resounding slap rang out.
A stretch of silence followed.
"Remember this: forty-five times twenty-four. Write out the equation!"
"Are you going to write it or not?"
Slap!
The diary continued: "Tonight was very quiet. Everyone was in a happy mood."
Bang!
"Fine, I'll jump from here! You can live with your father by yourselves!"
"Hurry