"Cold?"

"What's with the apology? One minute later, after someone had coldly switched to another table, the head of the landscaping department stood there looking embarrassed.

Who could've known it would happen so conveniently?

Thinking of the email, the head of the landscaping department grimaced.

He knew those few trees. The snow hadn't broken them at all; he'd been the one to lead the effort to clear the snow off the branches, and had accidentally knocked them off.

Heaven was his witness—he really had broken them by accident.

When he realized he'd snapped a few branches and saw he was going about it the wrong way, he'd stopped. Otherwise, why would all the trees with broken branches be right next to one another?

"Ah, next time I'll just give orders. I shouldn't do the work myself."

Meanwhile, at school, Candy sat down, took off both shoes, and pulled out the fluffy real-fur insoles. Then she stuffed in the disposable heat packs Xiang-er had given her.

After a great deal of effort, she finally finished changing the insoles.

Once she had her shoes on, Candy stood up and stamped her feet.

"How are they?"

Candy stamped her feet again, then raised an eyebrow. "They're a little stiff. The old insoles were more comfortable."

"Of course they are. One's fur, the other's a heat pack."

"Try wearing them for one class. You'll see—they're really warm."

"Okay!" Candy nodded.

During the first class, the homeroom teacher stood at the front of the classroom and repeatedly warned everyone not to have snowball fights on the Sports Field, in case they got into unnecessary trouble with the older students.

Homeroom class always came back to the same old thing: watch your step and keep warm.

Candy only took in one thing: they couldn't beat the older