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The boy named Zhang Jun nodded, then slung an arm around the chubby boy's shoulders and walked off with him. As they passed a trash can, Zhang Jun casually tossed the fountain pen inside, then continued on with the chubby boy as if nothing had happened.
Wang Yue watched, speechless. What a little brat!
He hadn't stolen someone's most treasured possession because he wanted it for himself—he'd stolen it just for the sake of stealing. That was downright twisted. Wang Yue's fingers were itching.
Just as he was wondering how to teach the little brat a lesson, the world before him suddenly shattered, breaking into fragments in the blink of an eye.
Wang Yue was astonished. He rarely used the Dream Returning Technique and the replaying of scenes, but this had never happened before.
Could it be that Qiqi was so clever, and her mental strength so strong, that she'd managed to escape the dream on her own?
Just then, the scene before him changed. The sky suddenly grew incredibly dark. The trees trembled in the gale, and hailstones scattered across the ground like rock candy.
Qiqi was right beside him, watching a small figure approach from the distant school gate. In the storm, she looked like a lonely, helpless little beast.
It was little Qiqi. She carried her beloved red backpack and trudged through the wind, rain, and hail. Her tiny body moved like a snail; for every three steps she took, the wind blew her back two. Still, she stubbornly pressed on.
Wang Yue's heart ached for her, and he couldn't help feeling exasperated with Qiqi's parents.
What was wrong with Qiqi's mom and dad? Qiqi was in fifth grade here, and her little sister Yuanyuan went to elementary school here too!
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