"My surname is Gu, and my name is Guyu." It was like the sound of clear rain hitting the bluestone.
Xia Feng, who was immersed in chemistry problems, raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the girl in a white dress standing on the podium. She is tall, with long black hair hanging neatly on both sides, a delicate face, and long eyelashes that seem to be curled.
The wind blew, and the white skirt swayed slightly, rippling slightly in his eyes.
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