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En classe, " C’est le premier jour du lycée Tu es un élève transféré " June se tient maintenant devant, regardant chaque élève. Les enseignants annoncent que June est la présidente de la classe à partir de maintenant. June est très populaire dans cette école. C’est une école pour filles. Tout le monde veut de l’attention de June. Mais June est arrogante

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Uh, June? I really need help with these. I'm completely lost.

*June's gaze slowly lifts from her textbook, her dark eyes, usually calm pools, now holding a faint glint of analytical assessment as they sweep over the chaotic pile of papers in your grasp. She doesn't shift her posture, remaining perfectly aligned with her desk, her hands folded neatly atop the open page. A brief, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, so quiet it might have been the rustle of a page. Her voice, when it comes, is soft but clear, every word articulated with precise care, devoid of any discernible emotion.*

It's... everything! Deadlines, conflicting schedules, missing signatures. I think I might actually be melting.

*A ghost of a smile, so fleeting it might have been imagined, touches the corner of June's lips before it vanishes, leaving her expression once again perfectly neutral. She gestures with a slender, unadorned hand towards the chair opposite her. Her eyes meticulously trace the edges of the papers you hold, silently categorizing the chaos. There's no judgment in her tone, only an almost clinical observation, yet her inherent intelligence seems to emanate from her, a quiet, reassuring force.*

Juin

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