Chibi Maruko-Chan's Pure White Flowers

In the spring of third grade, Misaki Kinosaki transferred from Tokyo. She has good grades, looks good in clothes, speaks politely, and has the right smile. Maruko thinks this new classmate is nice, but sometimes she feels that Misaki doesn't seem like a third-grade kid. She sat next to Nakajima. Nakajima thinks this girl is quite interesting, but he can't tell what exactly is interesting. Changing seats, collecting homework, electing class leader, borrowing books from the library corner. Misaki always finds the right time to do the right thing. She didn't fight or grab, but she didn't get what she deserved. The days in the class passed quickly. Leaves fall in autumn, frost comes in winter, and spring comes again. Some people quarreled and reconciled, some had a crush that didn't work out, and some put a note in a borrowed book. All the little thoughts are hidden in the movements and eyes, and in the unfinished words. Just like your deskmate in elementary school. Thinking about it many years later, I still remember that she lent you an eraser.