Amusement Park (1)

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“It’s over…….”

As soon as she submitted her exam paper to the front, Isol’s upper body collapsed onto the desk.

That had been the last exam of the year.

The final exams were over.

“Good work.”

I relaxed as well and said a word of encouragement.

“Pheee……”

Isol looked utterly drained. She wilted in her seat, then took out some sugar from her desk drawer.

It was the Choco Mong I had given her that morning...