"..."
"Fine, fine."
Zhuge Yun shrugged. "I get it."
"Class monitor."
He had pinpointed the class monitor's location from the very beginning.
Now, when he looked up, his eyes met the class monitor's precisely.
"These plushies—"
Zhuge Yun spread his arms, beaming. "They're all for the class."
"We can use them as prizes for our next event."
"Huh?"
The students burst into an uproar.
"What do you mean, 'huh'?"
The teacher walked in. "Didn't you hear the warning bell?"
"Everyone, get to your seats."
"..."
Zhuge Yun hurriedly stuffed the plushies into the compartment beneath his desk.
The others all pitched in to help.
By the time the crowd dispersed, there was nothing "extra" left on the desks.
"..."
But everything had happened so hurriedly that one plushie fell to the floor without anyone noticing.
"..."
"Hm? What's this?"
Xi Anya bent down and picked up the dusty thing from the floor. "It's a plushie."
"It's so ugly."
"How can anyone still make plushies like this?"
Her companion looked disgusted. "And it's so dirty."
"Someone must have left it here."
"An An, hurry up and throw it away."
"Who knows how many times people have stepped on it?"
"Why'd you pick it up?"
"I wonder if someone lost it?"
Xi Anya reached out and brushed the dust off the plushie.
It was pieced together from scraps of different fabrics.
Its eyes were made of buttons.
A crooked line of stitching formed its mouth.
If it were clean, it might have been a little odd and cute.
"..."
"If someone had lost it, they would've come back for it by now."
Her companion pursed her lips. "Maybe they dropped it by accident at first."
"But then they thought it was just as well that they'd lost it."
"So now you're the