The sunshine at the end of August was like melted gold foil, splashing hot on the dome of the brand new auditorium of Holy Cherry College.
The opening ceremony was long and boring. The air was filled with the smell of expensive perfume, starched and crisp school uniform fabrics, and the irrepressible agitation of young people.
Wen Wan sat on the edge of the last row of the freshman square, her back straight, and she could almost feel the rough fibers of the chair cover rubbing against her skin through the ill-fitting school uniform skirt.
This second-hand school uniform was too big for her. The waist was empty, the cuffs needed to be rolled up several times, and the skirt was so long that it almost covered her knees.
She struggled to tuck the too-long hem under her legs, like a clumsy little animal trying to hide its tail.
The principal's passionate voice echoed through the top-notch audio equipment: "... Every student of Shengying will lay the foundation for future elites here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, it was a procedural matter for the freshmen representatives to come to the stage to receive the handbook.
When Wen Wan's name was called, her heart tightened and she subconsciously wanted to stand up.
The moment she stood up, there was a clear and malicious drag force behind her ankle - someone stepped on the already dragging hem of her skirt.
She didn't even have time to look back and see who it was.
