When Shen Muchu appeared at the door of Class 3, Grade 2, the late summer wind happened to lift the corners of his school uniform. The straps of the washed-white canvas bag were frayed, but he didn't seem to notice the sudden solidification of the air in the classroom, and went straight to the last row of empty seats to sit down.
No one told him the secret rules here - until a hand pushed the homework book to his desk and said with the usual bossy tone: "Copy my notes for me."
Shen Muchu raised his eyes, his eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes, and his voice had no fluctuation: "Sorry, I use my hands to write my own questions."
Later, someone saw him bumping into Yang Yanyi in the corridor. Instead of standing close to the wall like the others, he stepped aside half a step and glanced at the other person calmly - as if he was looking at an ordinary classmate, rather than the invisible top of the "pyramid".
Yang Yanyi was spinning the pen between his fingers at that time, and the metal pen body shone faintly in the sunlight. There was a low comment behind him: "The new guy doesn't seem to understand the rules." When he turned around, he saw Shen Muchu bending down to pick up the chalk that had been knocked off, his fingertips grazing the chalk dust in the slot of the blackboard, his movements slow but steady.
The wind passed through the corridor and stirred up the air between the two of them. Yang Yan's fingertips paused as he turned the pen, and the pen barrel made a shallow mark on his fingertips. He suddenly felt that this year's cicadas had a different tremor in them.
The "pyramid" that has been running for many years seems to have encountered the wind that does not follow the track for the first time. The people at the top of the tower and the wind at the bottom of the tower will always collide head-on at some point.
Purpose: Fight against unfair order and witness the mutual redemption and growth of souls