Chapter 113: The last lesson
During the third-to-last period that day, the seniors were all having water fights, throwing plastic bags filled with water outside. No one dared stand outside the teaching building at a time like that.
Quite a few planes flew out of the classrooms. Their fuselages bore either chemical equations, political studies passages about upholding the Four Cardinal Principles as the political guarantee for socialist modernization, or history textbook pages describing Late Qing culture. All became paper planes, flying far into the sky.
The swishing sound of books being torn apart in the classrooms was rather alarming, with something of the flavor of burning books and burying scholars.
But most of this was done only by people who had been repressed to their limits.
Every one of Lin Luoran's books beside Su Can, for instance, was intact, and the girls' books all looked exceptionally neat and clean. Just like their clothes and final touches to their appearance: reluctant as they were to admit it, these girls had still carefully chosen their favorite outfits for this last day at school.
And those were all reasons why this final day was so lovely.
Compared with Wang Weiwei and Lin Zouwen's uninhibited horseplay with a large crowd, Lin Luoran beside Su Can was extremely calm as she neatly folded each page of her English textbook down the middle, carefully and meticulously. Her high, sculpted nose divided her face into light and shadow.
Once she had finished folding the English book, she walked out of the classroom. Puzzled, Su Can followed her into the corridor and watched her place it on the concrete railing, then neatly tear the pages along the creases into strips before tearing those strips into little pieces, like the snowflake-like scraps of paper fluttering at a World