"Mo Xiaoxue, have you figured out what you're going to write for your book report?"
"No. I'll think about it when I get home. It's just homework the teacher assigned us. What's the rush?"
Candy rolled her eyes at Little Fatty's eager question.
After tidying up their desks, Candy and Xiang-er stood up.
"Little Fatty, aren't you going to eat?"
"I am!"
"Then hurry up and get in line."
Just then, Little Fatty remembered that Mo Xiaoxue and Mo Hanhan didn't have to line up for meals at all. They even had a private dining room.
"Ah~ Damn! I'm off!"
Watching Little Fatty sprint toward the cafeteria without a second thought, Candy giggled.
"Xiang-er, don't you think Little Fatty and Baozi are a lot alike?"
Xiang-er scratched her head, looking puzzled.
"Are they? How?"
"Hehe, of course they are! They both put eating first! That's how they ended up with the same figure."
"Oh, you. Don't let Little Fatty hear you, or he'll complain again. You gave him that nickname on the very first day of school, and now all his classmates call him Little Fatty. There's no changing it."
"I didn't do it on purpose."
On their way to the cafeteria, Candy could feel firsthand how much the temperature had changed in just two short days.
Autumn... was coming.
The leaves on those enormous plane trees were still green, yet autumn was approaching before they knew it.
Candy vaguely remembered how she'd loved spending recess beneath the plane trees late last autumn.
She'd been unable to get enough of the leaves carpeting the ground.
To them, the few plane trees on campus were the most beautiful sight.
But for the students in Sixth Grade Class Two, keeping at it was a nightmare.
Every autumn, they had to deal with