Xiao Zhe has liked someone since he was in junior high school, but he didn't know it.
I always sit alone in a corner, as if I have endless things to write, and I seem to spend endless energy studying those books.
Xiao Zhe had a headache looking at it.
He found that no matter who or what he did, he would remain unmoved. He would sit quietly in the corner and even tear up his book, but he would not even give them a look.
Xiao Zhe was a little curious, what kind of person was this! ?
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