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The morning sun was clear and bright, shining on Ximang's desk, and a lot of dust was floating in the beam. The class bell has already rang. The Chinese teacher stepped forward, but west Mang didn't notice. He was still leaning on the table tiredly, his eyes dim and blurred, staring at the dust in front of him. The squad leader shouted to stand up, but west Mang didn't hear it. The students stood up with a rumble and stood silently, waiting for the teacher to "sit down". But the Chinese teacher didn't say anything. She put down her handout folder, raised her right hand, and gently lifted her long hair hanging in front of her forehead, fully exposing one of her eyes, like a singer on the Xunyang River. She stared at Ximang, and the eyes of her classmates also shot towards Ximang. There were a few slight boos in the classroom. West Mang felt something strange, slowly sat up straight and looked around.
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