Die sonlig stroom deur die groot vensters van die skoolbiblioteek.

The sunlight streams through the large windows of the school library.

Dit is lente, en die geur van blomme dryf in die lug.

It is spring, and the scent of flowers floats in the air.

Die rekenaars neurie saggies en boeke staan netjies op die rakke.

The computers hum softly, and books stand neatly on the shelves.

Dit is 'n rustige plek, ideaal vir werk – al wil Liesl en Pieter eerder speel.

It's a peaceful place, ideal for work—though Liesl and Pieter would rather play.

"Andries, moet ons regtig vanaand werk?" vra Pieter met 'n sigbare grimas terwyl hy na sy speletjiekonsole loer.

"Andries, do we really have to work tonight?" Pieter asks with a visible grimace as he glances at his game console.

"Ja, Pieter. Ons moet die projek môre inhandig. Ons kan nie laat waai nie," sê Andries ferm.

"Yes, Pieter. We have to submit the project tomorrow. We can't slack off," Andries says firmly.

Hy voel die druk van sy beurs op sy skouers.

He feels the pressure of his scholarship on his shoulders.

Die notas lê reg voor hom, in 'n netjiese stapel.

The notes lie right in front of him, in a neat stack.

Liesl, met 'n potlood tussen haar vingers, staar na die wolke buite.

Liesl, with a pencil between her fingers, stares at the clouds outside.

"Ek dink ons mikro-organisme-animasie kan 'n bietjie kleur gebruik," droom sy hardop.

"I think our microorganism animation could use a bit of color," she muses out loud.

Andries sug.

Andries sighs.

Hy weet hy moet hulle motiveer, anders gaan dit nie werk nie.

He knows he must motivate them; otherwise, it won't work.

Hy neem 'n diep asem en sê: "Kom ons verdeel die werk. Liesl, jy kan die illustrasies klaarmaak. Pieter, jy doen die tegniese gedeelte. Ek sal die res bymekaar sit."

He takes a deep breath and says, "Let's divide the work. Liesl, you can finish the illustrations. Pieter, you handle the technical part. I'll put the rest together."

Liesl knik, maar haar gedagtes is steeds halfpad by die wolke.

Liesl nods, but her thoughts are still halfway in the clouds.

Pieter knik ook, maar sy hande wil al weer na die konsole reik.

Pieter nods too, but his hands want to reach for the console again.

Die middag word aand.

Afternoon turns to evening.

Die tyd tik.

Time ticks.

Net toe hulle dink hulle is op dreef, gebeur die ondenkbare.

Just when they think they're on a roll, the unthinkable happens.

Liesl se kreatiewe afdeling, waaraan sy ure gewerk het, raak weg—per ongeluk afgevee van die rekenaar.

Liesl's creative section, on which she worked for hours, gets lost—accidentally deleted from the computer.

"Nee!" roep Liesl uit. Haar oë is groot van skok.

"No!" Liesl cries out. Her eyes are wide with shock.

Andries se hart sink. Hulle is nou in groot moeilikheid.

Andries's heart sinks. They're in big trouble now.

Hy neem 'n oomblik. Dan trek hy 'n plan.

He takes a moment, then comes up with a plan.

"Ons kan dit herdoen. Ons moet kalm bly. Liesl, herhaal wat jy kan onthou. Pieter, help haar."

"We can redo it. We must stay calm. Liesl, repeat what you remember. Pieter, help her."

Liesl begin vinnig haar gedagtes orden en hulleself is in volle aksie.

Liesl quickly organizes her thoughts, and they are in full action mode.

Pieter werk fluks aan die herstel van die gekose kleurpallet.

Pieter works diligently on recreating the chosen color palette.

Andries staan nader en help waar hy kan, nie meer net as 'n leier nie, maar 'n medewerker.

Andries stands closer and helps where he can, not just as a leader, but as a collaborator.

Ure gaan verby.

Hours pass.

Hulle werk as 'n span, die biblioteek vul met gefluister en die klank van potlode op papier.

They work as a team, the library filled with whispers and the sound of pencils on paper.

Wanneer die laaste stukkie werk opgelaaier word, is dit amper middernag.

When the last piece of work is uploaded, it's almost midnight.

Hulle sit saam agteroor, moeg maar trots.

They lean back together, tired but proud.

Die projek is klaargemaak, en Andries onthou dat spanwerk soms meer beteken as beheer.

The project is done, and Andries remembers that teamwork sometimes means more than control.

Die saal verlaat die groep met 'n nuwe begrip.

The group leaves the hall with a new understanding.

Hulle het dit reggekry, tóg op 'n manier wat Andries nie voorsien het nie.

They managed to succeed, in a way that Andries hadn't foreseen.

Die volgende dag, wanneer hulle die projek inklok, voel die sukses reeds soeter, omdat hulle dit saam bereik het.

The next day, when they clock in the project, the success already feels sweeter because they achieved it together.