That day was the first day of grade 12.
Autumn has not yet fully entered Melbourne, but the air is a bit cold in the morning. All classroom windows are closed, the glass is fogged, and the sun cannot penetrate. Only the indoor lights are shining with white light, shining through the gaps between the tables and chairs.
Qin Yi was sitting in the second row by the window, neatly dressed in school uniform, with his shirt tucked into his skirt and his cuffs rolled up a little.
She rarely talks to people. Most people in the entire grade knew that she had stable grades and a bad temper. She didn't hate people, but she didn't pay attention to them either.
When the door opened, everyone took a look.
She glanced back.
The girl standing at the door was dressed very standardly, her hair was neatly tied, and even her shoelaces were symmetrical. His face was white, his eyes were cold, and he was carrying a transparent document bag. Like the kind of top student transferred from another school.
The teacher gave her name: "Noor Haldon. From Brighton Grammar High School."
Noor nodded: "Good morning."
The voice was very soft and steady, like reciting a textbook.
The teacher pointed to the empty seat: "Sit there."
As she walked over, her footsteps made almost no extra sound.
Qin Yi didn't speak, but obviously stopped writing.
Noor pulled out the chair and sat down. She glanced at Qin Yi's notebook and said nothing.
Qin Yi's eyes fell on Noor's document bag. Through the transparent plastic, he could see a time plan printed in English, marked with colors, lines, and codes.
Accurate to the minute.
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