Just as Anya crouched on the ground, hearing Henry's thoughts and believing she had a chance to earn a star, Second Son's huge, darkened face loomed over her like a storm cloud.
Anya still hadn't recovered from the sadness of being knocked down by the big guy on the other side, and Becky was beside her, about to comfort her.
Second Son unleashed a lion's roar: "Are you kidding me? What kind of lousy throw was that?! I never should've protected you!"
After hearing Second Son's words, Anya sat on the ground, a tear about to squeeze out of the corner of her eye.
Becky instantly bristled at that and spoke up for Anya: "What's your problem?! You didn't hit him either!"
Anya did everything she could to tell herself she couldn't hate Second Son, but he was still being so aggressive that she finally couldn't help telling him:
"I still hate you-"
Anya's fried-egg eyes weren't quite cooked through yet; the whites wanted to run, but couldn't.
After hearing Anya's complaint, Second Son went, "%￥#&*&...%￥...%￥%&@#￥#￥%...%*&%#￥@#@￥"
Henry watched the children go from sacrificing themselves for friendship to arguing furiously. He suddenly felt that awarding these children stars might still require some consideration.
That evening, the living room was dim.
Anya crouched on the floor watching TV. In the faint light, the television felt especially atmospheric.
On TV: "No way! All the pursuers..."
On TV: "Return to base and regroup-I have a bad feeling about this."
Twilight looked at Anya's test results from that day, his expression gloomy.
He seemed to be questioning his life. On the test: Anya Forger, science, two points, grade: F.
On TV: "N-no way!"
Twilight looked at the test papers. Aside from two points in science and seventeen in math, she had scored zero in every