"Dark skies" beneath the first snow [third update]
She was in Class 7 of the eighth grade, and her classroom was upstairs, but during breaks, the little girl liked to go downstairs to fill her cup with plain hot water.
Whenever she passed Class 5 of the eighth grade, she could catch a glimpse of the buzz-cut boy acting wild in the back of the classroom if she was lucky. If she was unlucky, she would not see him.
Whether she saw him or not, the little girl would only turn her head for a glance before hurrying to fill her cup outside the restrooms, then taking the stairs at the other end of the corridor back up to her classroom.
Every time she got water during a break, she went to the trouble of making this long loop.
She had gradually developed this habit starting in seventh grade.
But this time, the little girl heard an argument coming from Class 5. Amid the arguing, she heard not only the familiar name "Lu Yuanqiu," but also the boy's angry voice.
For once, the little girl stopped in the corridor, huddling into herself with her plastic cup held against her.
"Fuck, you're all targeting me, huh? Fuck!"
The boy stormed out of the classroom and glanced up at the little girl by the door. She immediately lowered her eyes and continued forward, while he turned toward the office. He had not recognized her.
After filling her cup and returning to Class 7, the little girl quietly went back to her seat in the rear, set the plastic cup on her desk, and cupped it with her two little hands, darkened and cracked from the cold.
She looked up at her only close friend in class, a little girl with glasses named