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As I stood at the corner of the hallway with a chalk box in hand, my phone in my pocket suddenly vibrated. Pulling it out, I saw that the class group chat had exploded to 99+ messages, with a pinned video posted just five minutes ago—Zhou Jie was kneeling weakly in front of the flag-raising platform, stammering through an apology into the camera. The sunlight glinted off his shiny forehead, and I could even see beads of sweat forming on the tip of his nose.
" brother Lin is amazing!" Someone suddenly patted me on the back, causing me to stumble forward. Zhang Haoyu hung onto my shoulder like a koala. "I heard you stormed over to Zhou Jie's house all by yourself last night?" The smell of chive boxes wafted from his mouth as I looked at the greasy corners of his lips, suddenly reminded of how he had avoided me last month.
During lunch break, Storage Locker was stuffed with anonymous gifts. At the top lay a beautifully packaged box of macarons, a light purple ribbon holding down a card that read: "Thank you for making me brave enough to wear a skirt to school." I held the card in a daze when I suddenly heard familiar footsteps behind me. Xiao Ya placed her thermos on the windowsill, steam rising in a white mist against the glass. "The head teacher said we should form an anti-bullying group; we need to take promotional photos this afternoon."
The bright lights in the photography studio made me feel dizzy. As the makeup artist dusted powder onto my face, I heard fabric rustling from the next dressing room. When Xiao Ya pulled back the curtain and stepped out, I accidentally knocked over the loose powder container. She wore our designed " Firefly " badge T-shirt, tucked into light blue jeans, and as her hair brushed against her collarbone, it released a hint of minty fragrance.
"Look at the camera!" The photographer suddenly called out. Xiao Ya gently hooked her pinky around mine, and at the moment the shutter clicked, I caught sight of her silver four-leaf clover earrings swaying from her earlobes. We had made those together in craft class last week; she had complained while holding tweezers, "If only we could stay in this day forever."
Afterward, we often stayed behind after school to organize files. That day, the setting sun bathed my computer screen in amber light as I opened an encrypted folder titled "Cycle Log," just as the school bell rang outside. A multitude of txt documents were arranged by date, with the latest entry stopping at this morning: "6:30 woke up to the alarm clock; neatly folded uniform beside me; Xiao Ya sent a good morning meme..."
"It might be some sort of self-protection mechanism." Xiao Ya rested her chin on my shoulder, her breath tickling my earlobe. She scrolled down with the mouse until she stopped at record number 137: "Today I saw a girl in a white dress on the rooftop; her hair tie was light blue..." I suddenly grabbed her wrist; we had just picked out that pack of hair ties at the stationery store last week, and the very top one was indeed light blue.
A sudden knocking came from Storage Locker. Zhou Jie stood in the corridor holding a cardboard box, his sneakers awkwardly scuffing against the tile seams. "C-Can I join your group?" He lifted the box to reveal a stack of psychology books inside; on top was a copy of "Trauma Recovery" with a folded corner holding a neatly written note of apology.
That evening, we watered Green Ivy on the rooftop. Xiao Ya suddenly tugged at my shirt hem and pointed at the emergency lights flashing on the distant teaching building. "Doesn't it look like a save point in a game?" Her eyelashes glimmered with golden edges in the twilight. As our fingers simultaneously touched the watering can handle, the sunset sank perfectly between the glass facades of distant CBD buildings.
When I got home, I discovered that my computer had automatically updated its system. The previously 37GB log file had turned into an empty folder, with only a newly created document titled "Firefly Project Proposal" quietly resting on my desktop. The aroma of braised pork wafted from my neighbor's house outside, and my phone lit up with a cat meme sent by Xiao Ya, its paws adorned with a four-leaf clover.
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