For the next month, my brother, my cousin, my grandfather...... Everyone in the family was so kind to me that I really thought I had misheard it that day in the hospital, maybe someone else! Yes, it must be.

But I know that even if it is true, I am willing to believe that it is false, because since they are so good to me, it means that they are sincere, and it is better than the parent who hears it.

September came, it was time to go to school, but, instead of sending me to my previous school, my grandfather sent me to an ordinary middle school. Grandpa said that it was because of the kidnapping, and because this middle school was part of the group's property, so I wanted to experience the "people's feelings" and report the situation to him when I came back.

I didn't think much of it, but I just thought what my grandfather said made sense, so I agreed.

On the first day of school, I rode my bicycle to school, and my grandfather told my brother that I couldn't reveal my identity, and I didn't think I could expose myself, so I rode the bicycle that my brother had prepared for me to school.

When I arrived at the school gate, I saw a lot of people, and I was amazed that there would be so many people on the first day!

I rushed through the crowds, parked my bike in the parking lot, locked it and went to look for my class. On the first day of school, parents came to accompany their children to look for me, but I was alone, and I couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

But I immediately got back on my head, today is the first day of school, and I must not let my grandfather and them down.

Muyu, come on, you can!

Then I followed the class list on the bulletin board to my class, Class A.

When I entered the class, I found my seat according to the name tag neatly placed on the desk, which was the seat in the third row of the first group, and I was very happy because this position was by the window, and I could see the garden outside, and the breeze blew in from time to time, which made people feel very comfortable. I pinned my name tag to the left chest of my blue uniform and waited for the arrival of my teacher and classmates.

Because I was bored, I turned my head to look at the garden in the school.

In September, some of the trees are starting to shed their leaves, and the falling leaves are blown by the breeze like butterflies. There are also some trees that are still luxuriant, revealing green vitality, and the sun is sprinkled down, and after the baptism of leaves, they fall to the ground, becoming a shadow.

I was surprised that the students had arrived and that the classroom was still quiet. The teacher is here! She walked in through the doorway and walked straight up to the podium, she had a pair of obsidian eyes, fair skin, and a slight smile, which gave people a very friendly feeling. Then she began to introduce herself: "Hello everyone, I am your future homeroom teacher and English teacher, my name is Chen Yun."

There was a thunderous applause from the audience.