"For Father... I have to come first." Anya seemed to be dreaming. Even in her sleep, she hadn't forgotten about studying.
Everything about Twilight radiated one word: happiness. Especially the smile on his face-his mouth was practically stretching into the sky.
Twilight gently picked Anya up and laid her on the bed.
Anya rolled over in bed and mumbled, "Mother, don't kill Father. Mother, don't... kill Father."
"What on earth is she dreaming about?" Twilight wondered as he tucked Anya in.
Viewed from above the city, the light in Anya's room went out. Twilight glanced at the chewed eraser on her desk, then turned and left the room.
What would it feel like to have a real family?
The city glowed with lights, quiet and peaceful.
The next day, sunshine bathed Eden Academy. The trees were lush and green, and cicadas chirped incessantly.
In the tiered classroom, the Math Teacher wrote on the board: two-thirds minus one-third equals one-third.
Question: What is five-sixths minus two-thirds?
The old Math Teacher stood at the front with his hands behind his back. His bespectacled head bore a striking resemblance to Pops, and his slightly aged face looked stern as he surveyed the class.
Then he lowered his head and looked at the class register on the lectern. "Let's have someone answer this question."
The teacher had barely finished speaking before he called a name. "Anya Forger."
On her scratch paper, Anya carefully wrote: five-sixths minus two-thirds equals three-thirds. (An explanation of Anya's method: she subtracted the numerators from each other and the denominators from each other.)
Then, under the gazes of the teacher and the entire class, Anya confidently stood up. Her bright green eyes were so lively they almost seemed to speak. "Three-thirds."
Anya had practically slammed her hands on the desk