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"Am I dreaming? It seems like he is smiling at us?" Guoguo rubbed her eyes, thinking she was seeing things.
"I saw him smiling at us too. Jingjing, did you see it?" Han Min was also confirming whether she was dreaming.
If Jingjing saw it, then this dream was real.
"I saw it too. Senior is indeed smiling at us," Guo Jingjing said happily, forgetting her fatigue and the heat.
"Then it proves that we are not dreaming. It's just a pity that we didn't have time to take a picture; that smile belongs to the three of us," Han Min said regretfully.
"Min, contentment brings happiness." Guoguo was an easily satisfied child; if someone gave her rice, she wouldn't ask for vegetables.
Contentment brings happiness; this was the first idiom her mother taught Guoguo when she learned to be understanding.
On the third-floor corridor, besides the three girls, there was no one else. Ouyang Qiming thought that they must have made a mistake and were being punished by the teacher.
Ouyang Qiming stood up and gradually walked away.
The three girls on the third floor followed Ouyang Qiming's figure with their eyes until it faded into the distance and disappeared from view.
"Let's go," Guoguo said.
"Yeah, let's go."
"It's so hot. I wish I had a cold soda to drink." Han Min had already started to imagine holding a can of ice-cold cola in her hand.
It was nearly noon, and the sun was particularly intense, casting scorching rays into the corridor, making the three of them sweat profusely.
"Min, stop daydreaming. We're being punished here," Guoguo's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Han Min.
"Haha, so Min likes to daydream," Guo Jingjing teased.
"I've always liked to daydream. It's a kind of happiness to fantasize about things you can't have," Han Min suddenly sounded like a philosopher, and who knows, this saying might be passed down for generations.
Coming from a less affluent family, many things could only be looked at but not bought.
"Min is right. Fantasizing about things you can't have is also a kind of happiness," Guo Jingjing agreed with Han Min's statement, finding it very reasonable.
As the three of them chatted softly, a dazzling figure appeared in the empty corridor—it was Ouyang Qiming.
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