My memories of Xia Xiaomo still linger on that summer, with the tall buildings creating silhouettes in the bright sunlight. Xia Xiaomo's bicycle ran over the dark block, and the wind ruffled her hair, revealing the sky-blue earphones. With the corner of his mouth raised slightly, he walked through the large tree-lined walkway of the school gate, passed through the football field crowded with boys competing for the ball, turned his head beautifully to avoid the oncoming basketball, and finally appeared at the door of the late classroom.
The fat teacher would throw the leftover chalk in his hand and shout: "Xia Xiaomo! You are late again today!". Do you know the probability of a comet hitting the earth? I saw the chalk head banging against... The window.
Although there is a problem with the angle, the force is enough, "Okay! I still missed again, so I'll let you go. Get to your seat for me, teacher!".
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Everything started like this, very clear and without any inexplicable surprises.