That was displayed on the label high up beside the door. You heard from the discipline master that you had been posted to Class 2-C, so you decided to join in, despite being late and being shrunk down.
You crawled through the gap below the door, and slipped into class. No one saw you, so you could try your luck and find some help, which was not an easy task after all. Everyone was wearing the same uniform, and no one really bothered to "customize" their gear to stick out. You had to find help manually.
Walking around the classroom used to be a breeze, you thought to yourself, perspiring heavily after walking a few rounds. Finally, you had enough and you decided to take a breather. As you gasped for breath, you found yourself at the desk of one of your female classmates. The bag below her chair looked familiar, as is the brand of socks that she is wearing.
You crept underneath the desk, avoiding the swinging motion of her feet. You moved forward to have a look at her face, and you saw it was ...
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