Koukou attended the pottery class again in her second year.
By that time, she had straightened her teeth, removed her glasses with orthokeratology lenses, and her skin had gradually become whiter and smoother.
She was no longer isolated, no longer given nicknames.
The girl was like a rose in May and June, transforming from thorny grass into a blossoming flower in an instant.
More and more boys began to admire her.
Many even willingly surrounded her.
Koukou smiled at everyone, searching, searching, yet she did not see the figure she most hoped to find.
She even went to great lengths to obtain last year's pottery class summer registration list and cross-referenced it against the calendar, yet found little.
She didn't even see Mona's annoying name.
She inquired with the pottery teacher and learned that there had been an affordable two-week experience class in August and September last year.
