"Oh~ I remember now." March 7th nodded, her ponytail swaying with the motion.
"Remember how Sparkle had the students rummaging through the whole school earlier?"
"Yan Huan, maybe we should check out the archives room she mentioned!"
Having made up their minds, the two headed for the school archives room.
The archives room was located at the far end of the first floor of the teaching building. A somewhat rusted metal plaque reading "Archives Room" hung outside.
As they pushed open the door, the stale scent of old paper rushed over them.
The room was huge, with rows of metal filing cabinets arranged neatly, classification labels pasted onto their doors.
The windows were covered by thick curtains, and only a few fluorescent lamps cast their ghastly pale light.
Files and document envelopes were scattered all over the floor, clearly having been thoroughly rummaged through already.
Many students had gathered here, searching everywhere—some stood on tiptoe to reach the high cabinets, some lay on the floor checking beneath them, while several others stood on ladders flipping through the files on the top shelves.
Seeing newcomers enter, a male student glanced at them.
He wore a wrinkled school uniform, his forehead covered in sweat.
"Ah, you guys are here to dig through stuff too? Seriously, making only us work this hard is just outrageous!"
March 7th put on an innocently harmless smile and probed:
"Um... what was the principal having us look for again?"
"Hm?" The male student looked surprised. He sized March 7th up and down, contempt in his eyes.
"What's with you? It's one thing not to pay attention in class, but you didn't even listen properly to the teacher's instructions?"
He rolled his eyes, his tone impatient.
"Have you seen a smiling mask? The teacher told us to find