"I heard that when he was little, you gave him a ring and had been secretly siphoning off his Wish Power, draining him from a genius into a good-for-nothing."
"After all these years, he finally discovered it. He came to fight you a while back, but you humiliated him, forced him to bark like a dog... and when he finally ran away, he twisted his ankle and couldn't even take part in the school sports meet."
"Barking like a dog?" Yan Huan frantically searched his mind.
"Seems like that really did happen..."
March 7th nodded and continued her introduction, moving her finger across the photograph.
"See? The principal is in the picture too. Beside her is our homeroom teacher, Mr. Welt, who also teaches us history."
"I have a question." Yan Huan raised his hand and pointed at Sparkle in the photograph, his eyes full of doubt.
"What gives Sparkle the right to be principal? Clearly, I'm the only one qualified for the job!"
"Hmm, you used to go on about becoming emperor and stuff too." March 7th tapped her chin thoughtfully.
As she spoke, the student life of the past two years seemed to grow ever clearer in Yan Huan's mind.
Those fragments of memory came together piece by piece like a puzzle—dozing off in class, fighting over food in the cafeteria, running on the track, late-night talks in the dormitory...
March 7th continued, her tone turning gentle and nostalgic.
"The night we broke into the archives to retrieve the camera we left inside, and..."
She paused, a smile curling her lips.
"Oh, right, and your heroic deed of stopping Scott from bullying younger students—"
"We have so many wonderful memories at this school. Don't tell me you've forgotten every single one?" March 7th tilted her head, a trace