I asked you to write a light novel, but you wrote about living?

The schools in Zhongcheng District are completely different from the schools in Yu Yin's memory.

Everything here is bright and warm, and the air even carries a faint fragrance of plants.

"Students, please stop for a moment."

Class teacher Ms. Lin led Yu Yin into the classroom of Class 2, Grade 3.

As soon as he finished speaking, the previously buzzing classroom fell silent.

Behind the thirty-odd floating desks emitting a soft blue light, clean, fair faces with healthy rosy cheeks all rose up in unison.

Yu Yin subconsciously shrank back half a step behind Teacher Lin, her fingers gripping the shoulder strap of her new schoolbag.

Her dark, bright eyes, seen through the edge of her mask, glanced somewhat nervously at her peers below.

The children who grow up in Midtown are so different from the children who roll around in the scrap metal piles in Slum 7.

Their hair was smooth, their school uniforms were perfectly pressed without a single wrinkle, and each of them wore the same small AI bracelet on their wrist as the one she had just received the night before.

This is a kind of "decency" nurtured from childhood by abundant resources, from genes to upbringing.

This sense of dignity made Yu Yin instinctively feel a little inferior.

Even though she wore the new dress Aunt Zhang bought her today and carried a new schoolbag.

"This is a new student who transferred to our class today."

Teacher Lin's voice was gentle. He looked down at the little girl who was tense, patted her shoulder softly, and encouraged her:

"Come on, let's introduce ourselves and write our names on the blackboard, okay?"

Yu Yin nodded.

She took a deep breath and walked to the huge holographic whiteboard.

No chalk is needed; you can simply draw lines in the air with your fingers.

Yu Yin raised her hand somewhat awkwardly. She wrote slowly, but each stroke was neat and elegant.

[Echoes]

"My name is... Yu Yin."

Yu Yin's voice sounded strained and muffled through the mask.

A few mischievous boys below curiously peeked out.

"Teacher, why does she still wear a mask in the classroom?"

A girl in the front row raised her hand, her voice clear and bright, her eyes showing no malice, only pure incomprehension:

"The weather is great today, and the classroom has a fresh air filtration system."

In the lower city area, face masks are used to protect against toxic substances, dust, and acid rain.

However, in the central district, only seriously ill people wear it.

Yu Yin's grip on the backpack strap tightened slightly; she was used to wearing a mask.

Teacher Lin noticed her unease and was about to speak up to help her out when she saw Yu Yin slowly loosen her backpack strap herself.

She remembered the look in her brother's eyes when he pulled her to his side in front of two million people during the live stream yesterday.

My brother was a man who couldn't even stand up, yet he dared to stand tall in the face of the arrogance of the entire Upper Town and tell everyone, "The people of the Lower Town are not ants, they are backbone."

Her brother didn't bow his head, and neither could she.

Yu Yin lowered her eyes, raised her thin little hands, and gently took off the mask strap hanging behind her ears.

A pale, thin, and clean little face was revealed.

Because of years of malnutrition, her chin was pointed, but her big eyes at this moment revealed a stubbornness like weeds that was out of place in this bright classroom.

She didn't avoid the scrutinizing gazes, but straightened her small back, neatly folded her hands in front of her, and gave a slight bow to the students below the stage.

Although a hint of awkwardness and inferiority, stemming from being new to an unfamiliar environment, lingered deep in her eyes, her demeanor was remarkably composed and confident, her voice clear, polite, and appropriate.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yu Yin. Yu is the 'Yu' in 'remaining' and Yin is the 'Yin' in 'sound'. I am very happy to be here to learn with you all. Please give me your guidance in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, a boy in the third row by the window suddenly stood up.

He was a handsome young man with neat short hair. He clapped his hands together forcefully and led the applause.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

After the young man took the lead, many boys in the classroom followed suit and clapped enthusiastically.

Judging from his demeanor, this kid is clearly very influential in the class, a leader who commands respect and commands respect.

The once quiet classroom was instantly filled with enthusiastic and well-meaning applause because of his actions.

"Yu Yin, your seat is in the third row by the window, go ahead."

Teacher Lin gently pointed to the empty seat.

Yu Yin followed the teacher's gesture and saw that the boy who had led the clapping was staring at her intently, his hands still clapping vigorously.

Yu Yin, under the unreserved and overwhelming applause, carried her new schoolbag and walked over step by step.

The boy waited until Yu Yin reached his seat before reluctantly withdrawing his hand and sitting down with a grin.

Pull out a chair and sit down.

The floating desk in front of me automatically lit up with a soft, eye-friendly light screen after it sensed someone sitting down.

Before Yu Yin could even take a good look at these novel teaching aids, the boy next to her had already eagerly come over.

His eyes were bright and sparkling, and although his face was slightly red from clapping vigorously, his posture had somehow become upright.

He looked at Yu Yin, and like a well-mannered young gentleman, leaned slightly forward, speaking in a very low but sincere and polite voice:

"Hello, Yu Yin, it's nice to meet you. I saw you on the live stream. You and your brother are both amazing."

Seeing that Yu Yin seemed a little stunned, the boy smiled gently and introduced himself in a serious manner:

"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Chang Yandao."

When Yu Yin first heard the name, her eyes widened slightly.

As the saying goes...

The name sounds a bit strange, but upon reflection, it seems to have a rather meaningful connotation.

The next second, she suddenly realized something.

常？

Yu Yin said with some surprise:

"Chang? You are...?"

Chang Liren is my father.

As the saying goes, he chuckled and scratched his head, saying:

"My dad named me this. He said that people who publish literature should have names that have a classical and dignified feel. But you can also call me by my nickname."

Faced with Chang Yandao's somewhat familiar remarks, Yu Yin let out an "Ah," indicating her confusion.

She blinked and asked curiously, "What nickname?"

As the saying goes, he shrugged and said:

As the saying goes...

Yu Yin was somewhat stunned.

As the saying goes... or as the proverb says?

As the two words flashed through her mind, Yu Yin couldn't help but chuckle. The tight smile on her lips finally relaxed completely, and she let out a soft, crisp laugh.