The lunch bell rang at noon.
Yun Yue slowly opened her eyes, which were bloodshot and carried a hint of bewilderment.
She sat on her chair for a few seconds, then swung her right hand to put on her First Middle School jacket and exuded a punk vibe.
"Yun Yue, coming to lunch?" Zhang Ziyue had just finished a problem and her gaze fell on Yun Yue's nose, slightly afraid to look directly into her eyes.
Whenever she woke from sleep, her eyes were red, exuding a fierce air.
Yun Yue nodded slightly, and the two of them left the classroom together.
Seeing a crowd of girls gathered at the end of the corridor, Zhang Ziyue marveled and turned to say, "You might not know since you were sleeping this morning, but there's a vacant classroom over there that's been turned into a psychology counseling room."
Yun Yue was silent.
Caring for the mental health of youth is not a bad thing, after all.