Chemistry

As Cicis entered the chemistry lab, the familiar scent of chemicals and the soft hum of equipment provided a stark contrast to the lingering heat of the earlier events. The room buzzed with hushed whispers, her classmates casting furtive glances her way, their eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and discomfort. Madame Dupont, now in her lab coat, stood at the front, her expression unreadable. She began the lesson by distributing the samples collected earlier, each test tube carefully labeled. Cicis's hands trembled as she accepted hers, the clear liquid inside a stark reminder of what had transpired.

As the chemistry lesson progressed, each student meticulously examined the samples they had collected, their discussions conducted entirely in French. The room was filled with the soft murmur of scientific terminology interspersed with the occasional giggle. s, still trying to process the morning's events, found herself at the center of attention once again. Madame Dupont circulated around the lab, offering explanations and insights into the biological processes they had observed earlier. The atmosphere was a peculiar blend of academic rigor and underlying tension, as the students struggled to reconcile the clinical nature of their task with the personal and intimate context of the samples they were analyzing.