It starts from the drawing I picked up for you and ends with the unfinished circle on your paper.
Chen Xi has a magical deskmate who is very good at drawing. He is like a little white rabbit version of Ma Liang, the magic pen! Hey, my deskmate, you can't be envious of me.
At that time, she was leaning on the table and drawing so seriously, and he was lying aside and watching so carefully. It would be great if growth could never graduate from that time.
There is no plot, no climax, no right or wrong, and no ending. It is a short story and the writing style is a bit tongue-in-cheek, a bland story. A not entirely fictional novel commemorating my junior high school days.
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