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The first time Xi Xiangtao and I talked was in front of the window where the steamed buns were sold in the school cafeteria. We had flirted with each other many times before. I really like the oily milky smell in her voice. Most of the good-looking girls in the class spoke as crisply as the bells on campus, so crisply that I felt like I would never have anything to do with them. I was fascinated by her voice even before I was assigned to the same class as Xiangtao. Every time I leave the classroom, I can't help but be sensitive to her voice, which is filled with the smell of milk. Her voice was so precious that it took several days to find it. It was not found through searching, but encountered accidentally. It came in a hurry and disappeared in an instant. The most vivid memory I heard was in the corner of the sports equipment room.
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