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This is a story about first love and secret love.
A look that suppresses a smile, a ridiculous physical contact, a subconscious murmur, is enough to make me lose my armor and be defeated.
I often dream about going back to that class.
There was a lot of noise in the classroom. He was sitting at the table behind me, holding the back of my ponytail and playing with it, mumbling something.
I tried to block out the noise, trying to hear what he was saying.
It's like trying to swim up from the bottom of a pool. The voices of people on the shore are vague, and your ears are filled with the buzzing sound of the water. Finally, the water surface was opened, and the gurgling sound disappeared the moment it broke through the water, and the human voice reached my ears clearly and unmistakably.
He was saying my name.
Xiaoning, Ningning, Ning'er, Aning.
The surrounding scene quickly recedes into non-existence. I was locked in position and couldn't move. The perception of the five senses became extremely sensitive at that moment. Every pull at the end of my hair affected all the sensory cells, which were directly transmitted to my numb scalp. Every heartbeat was beating against my eardrums.
Conception: