On Saturday the class has a small picnic in the park. Everyone brings something: fruit, bread, water, or a mat. The weather is not too hot, and the grass is dry after yesterday's sun. Lin Hao sits between Zhao Min and Chen Yu.
They say hello, share oranges, and talk about the week. Someone remembers the broken pencil. Someone remembers the basketball game. Lin Hao tells the story of the water bottle, and they all laugh kindly. Kind words are short, but they work.
After eating, they play a game: one student says a sentence, and the next student adds one. Soon they have a funny story about a flying shoe and a rainy bus. The teacher records nothing. She only listens and smiles. English today is not a test. It is a picnic language.
When it is time to go, they pick up every bag and bottle. "Be kind to the park, too," the teacher says. Lin Hao waves. The week of friends and polite words feels complete. He will read those short sentences until they feel easy in his mouth.