第一章：心灵的聚光灯 / Chapter 1: The Spotlight of the Heart
星仔坐在教室靠窗的第三个位置，这是他最喜欢的地方——不是因为这里能看到黑板，而是因为透过窗户，他能看到操场上的小鸟、能看见操场边那棵会随风摇摆的大树、能瞄到天空飘过的云朵……总之，除了老师讲的内容，他什么都愿意看。
此刻，数学老师王老师正在讲台前讲着什么，声音像一条缓缓流动的小河，在教室里蜿蜒前行。王老师讲到第三遍的时候，注意到星仔的眼神已经飘向了窗外——他的小脑袋微微歪着，嘴角甚至还带着一点微笑，仿佛正在经历一场只有他自己知道的奇妙冒险。
“星仔，星仔？”王老师提高了音量，“星仔同学？”
星仔没有反应。他的眼睛还盯着窗外，那里有两只麻雀正在树枝上叽叽喳喳地聊天，他觉得它们聊得可真开心。
“星仔！”王老师这次几乎是喊出来的。
后排的小美轻轻戳了戳星仔的后背，星仔这才猛地回过神来，像是从一个很远很远的地方突然被拉回了现实。他的脸一下子红了，感觉全班同学的眼睛都像小灯泡一样齐刷刷地亮了起来，全都盯着他看。
“王……王老师，”星仔结结巴巴地站起来，“我……我在这儿。”
王老师叹了口气，温和地说：“星仔啊，老师刚才讲到第几题了？”
星仔低下头，声音小得像蚊子哼哼：“第……第七题？”
“老师讲到第九题了，”王老师说，“下课后来办公室一下，好吗？”
“好的……”星仔坐回座位，感觉自己的脸烫得可以煎鸡蛋。他偷偷看了一眼小美，小美给了他一个同情的微笑。
这一天对星仔来说显得格外漫长。最后一节课的下课铃响起来的时候，他觉得那个铃声简直是他听过的最美妙的声音——终于可以离开这个让他感到尴尬的地方了。
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Xiao Xing sat in the third seat by the window in the classroom, which was his favorite spot—not because he could see the blackboard well from there, but because through the window, he could watch the little birds on the playground, see the big tree swaying in the wind at the edge of the field, and spot the clouds drifting across the sky... In short, he was willing to look at anything except what the teacher was teaching.
At this moment, Math Teacher Wang was standing at the podium explaining something. Her voice was like a gently flowing stream, winding its way through the classroom. When Teacher Wang reached the third time she was explaining a problem, she noticed that Xiao Xing's gaze had drifted toward the window—his little head was tilted slightly, and there was even a hint of a smile on his face, as if he was experiencing some wonderful adventure that only he knew about.
"Xiao Xing, Xiao Xing?" Teacher Wang raised her voice. "Comrade Xiao Xing?"
No response. Xiao Xing's eyes were still fixed on the window, where two sparrows were chirping and chatting on a tree branch. He thought they were having such a happy conversation.
"Xiao Xing!" Teacher Wang practically shouted this time.
Xiao Mei in the back row gently poked Xiao Xing's back. Only then did Xiao Xing snap back to reality, as if he had been suddenly pulled back from somewhere very far away. His face immediately turned red, and he felt as if all his classmates' eyes were shining like little light bulbs, all staring at him.
"Tea... Teacher Wang," Xiao Xing stammered as he stood up, "I'm... I'm here."
Teacher Wang sighed and said gently, "Xiao Xing, which problem was the teacher just explaining?"
Xiao Xing lowered his head, his voice as small as a mosquito's buzz: "The... the seventh problem?"
"The teacher was explaining the ninth problem," Teacher Wang said. "Come to the office after class, okay?"
"Okay..." Xiao Xing sat back down, feeling his face was so hot it could fry an egg. He glanced at Xiao Mei, who gave him a sympathetic smile.
This day felt especially long for Xiao Xing. When the bell rang for the last class, he thought that bell sound was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard—he could finally leave this place that made him feel so embarrassed.
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放学了，星仔背着那个有些破旧的双肩包，慢慢走出校门。他的脚步沉重得像是灌了铅，每走一步都要费好大的力气。不是因为书包太重，而是因为他的心里装了一块大石头。
那块石头就是王老师的话。
“星仔啊，你这学期已经第三次被叫到办公室了，”王老师在他离开前说，“你是一个很聪明的孩子，老师相信你可以做到的。只是……你的心思好像总是在别的地方飘着。”
心思在别的地方飘着——星仔觉得王老师说得真对。他觉得自己就像一只风筝，风一吹就飘走了，抓也抓不住。有时候他真的很想知道，为什么别人可以认认真真地听完一整节课，而他却总是在半路就走丢了？
他低着头踢着路边的小石子，踢了一颗又一颗。那些小石子被他踢得滚来滚去，有的滚进了草丛里，有的滚进了水沟里。
“唉……”星仔重重地叹了口气，“我要是能像小美那样就好了。小美上课的时候，眼睛就像长在老师身上一样，从来不会走神。”
他继续往前走，不知不觉就来到了公园里。这个公园是星仔最喜欢的地方——不是因为这里有什么特别好玩的设施，而是因为这里有一张古老的大理石长椅。那张长椅在公园的角落里，被一棵巨大的老槐树笼罩着，树荫下总是凉凉爽爽的。
星仔在那张长椅上坐下，把书包放在身边，仰头看着头顶密密麻麻的树叶。阳光从叶子的缝隙中漏下来，在他身上洒下斑驳的光点，像是一幅会动的画。
“如果我是一只鸟就好了，”星仔自言自语，“鸟不用上课，不用听讲，可以整天飞来飞去，想看什么就看什么……”
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After school, Xiao Xing shouldered his somewhat worn backpack and slowly walked out of the school gate. His steps were as heavy as if filled with lead, requiring great effort with every move. It wasn't because his schoolbag was too heavy—it was because his heart was carrying a big stone.
That stone was Teacher Wang's words.
"Xiao Xing, you've been called to the office three times this semester," Teacher Wang had said before he left. "You're a very smart child, and the teacher believes you can do it. It's just that... your mind always seems to be drifting somewhere else."
Mind drifting somewhere else—Xiao Xing thought Teacher Wang had really hit the nail on the head. He felt like a kite, blowing away with every gust of wind, impossible to catch. Sometimes he really wanted to know why other people could listen carefully through an entire class, while he always lost his way halfway?
He walked along with his head down, kicking the little stones by the roadside, one after another. Those little stones were kicked by him, rolling this way and that—some rolling into the grass, some rolling into the gutter.
"Sigh..." Xiao Xing heaved a heavy sigh. "If only I could be like Xiao Mei. When Xiao Mei is in class, her eyes seem to be stuck on the teacher, never zoning out."
He continued walking forward, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the park. This park was Xiao Xing's favorite place—not because there was anything particularly fun there, but because there was an old marble bench there. That bench was tucked away in a corner of the park, sheltered by a giant old pagoda tree. Under the shade of the tree, it was always pleasantly cool.
Xiao Xing sat down on that bench, placed his schoolbag beside him, and looked up at the dense canopy of leaves above his head. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, scattering dappled spots of light on his body, like a moving painting.
"If I were a bird, that would be good," Xiao Xing murmured to himself. "Birds don't have to go to class, don't have to listen to lectures, can fly around all day long, look at whatever they want to look at..."
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就在星仔快要睡着的时候，一个声音突然响起——
“你好啊，小朋友！”
星仔猛地睁开眼睛，差点从长椅上摔下去。他四处张望，可是公园里空荡荡的，一个人也没有。
“谁……谁在说话？”星仔的声音有点发抖。他想起了妈妈讲过的那些鬼故事，心里有点害怕。
“往下面看，往下面看！”那个声音又响起来，这次带着一点不耐烦，“我在你脚边呢！”
星仔小心翼翼地把头低下去，这一看可把他吓了一跳——
一只猫！一只穿着蓝色小斗篷、戴着金色小眼镜的猫，正仰着头看着他。这只猫浑身雪白，没有一根杂毛，眼睛是罕见的金绿色，此刻正闪着一种奇异的光芒。
“你……你会说话？”星仔瞪大了眼睛，嘴巴张得能塞下一个鸡蛋。
“那当然，”那只猫骄傲地甩了甩尾巴，“我是专注猫，专门帮助像你这样注意力不集中的小朋友。今天我等了你一整天了，总算把你等到了！”
“等我？”星仔更困惑了，“你怎么知道我会来这里？”
专注猫眯起眼睛笑了，那笑容里带着一种神秘的味道：“我知道的事情可多了。比如我知道你今天在数学课上走神了，被王老师点名三次才反应过来。还有，你刚才在想，如果你是一只鸟就好了，不用上课，想看什么就看什么。对不对？”
星仔惊讶得差点从长椅上跳起来：“你……你怎么知道的？”
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Just as Xiao Xing was about to drift off to sleep, a voice suddenly rang out—
"Hello there, little friend!"
Xiao Xing's eyes flew open, and he almost fell off the bench. He looked around, but the park was empty, not a single person in sight.
"Who... who's there?" Xiao Xing's voice trembled a bit. He thought of the ghost stories his mother had told him, and he was a bit afraid.
"Look down, look down!" The voice sounded again, this time with a hint of impatience. "I'm at your feet!"
Xiao Xing carefully lowered his head, and what he saw startled him—
A cat! A cat wearing a little blue cape and golden glasses was looking up at him. This cat was completely white, not a single hair out of place, and its eyes were a rare gold-green color, now sparkling with a strange light.
"You... you can talk?" Xiao Xing's eyes went wide, his mouth opening so wide you could have stuffed an egg into it.
"Of course," the cat proudly flicked its tail. "I'm Focus Cat, and I specialize in helping children like you who have trouble focusing. I've been waiting for you all day today, and I finally caught you!"
"Waiting for me?" Xiao Xing was even more confused. "How did you know I would come here?"
Focus Cat squinted its eyes and smiled, a mysterious flavor in that smile: "I know lots of things. For example, I know you zoned out in math class today and it took Teacher Wang calling your name three times to get your attention. Also, you were just thinking that it would be nice if you were a bird, so you wouldn't have to go to class and could look at whatever you wanted. Am I right?"
Xiao Xing was so surprised he almost jumped off the bench. "How... how did you know that?"
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专注猫用爪子推了推鼻梁上的小眼镜，那动作像极了一个小博士：“我专注猫可不是普通的猫。我能听到每个人心里在想什么，只要他们的心思在飘来飘去，我就能感觉到。”
“这……这也太神奇了吧？”星仔挠了挠头