
Let's Chase Our Dreams Together
by Love Is Over
About This Novel
It was a time that will never be forgotten. Teacher Long Long tried his best for his students. The students prepared for the college entrance examination with all their strength for their dreams. Watching the students work hard for their dreams, a science teacher's dream of being a writer was ignited. This year, teachers and students pursued their dreams together! Pay without complaint, choose without regret! In our senior year of high school, we wrote the story of youth together and pursued our dreams together!
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May time slow down, may old friends never be separated, I hope you will no longer feel lonely when you are on your own.
A true book is very moving. This is our showtime
haven't seen you for a long time
Perhaps the reason why memories are beautiful is that they always live in our minds. They cannot be described in one word or one sentence, but they can always evoke our memories. Maybe you don't remember it so clearly, maybe it's a little bit fragmented, but it's always there, because some things and people make it resurface in your mind. Thank you, teacher. I always raise the corners of my mouth when I think of you. I didn't expect that you are still persisting silently. This is like home. We will come back to see you often😶
When the final eighty days come, you will record our glory.
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Official(4)Scraped 3d ago
uh-huh
May time slow down, may old friends never be separated, I hope you will no longer feel lonely when you are on your own.
A true book is very moving. This is our showtime
haven't seen you for a long time
Perhaps the reason why memories are beautiful is that they always live in our minds. They cannot be described in one word or one sentence, but they can always evoke our memories. Maybe you don't remember it so clearly, maybe it's a little bit fragmented, but it's always there, because some things and people make it resurface in your mind. Thank you, teacher. I always raise the corners of my mouth when I think of you. I didn't expect that you are still persisting silently. This is like home. We will come back to see you often😶
When the final eighty days come, you will record our glory.







