A year after graduating from college, I returned to high school. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar school made me feel inexplicably throbbing, and at the same time, it reminded me of someone. By coincidence, this person is not our teacher, nor is he my best friend.
"What else can she do besides making noises every day?" "Don't tell me, can you take the second grade exam?" "Oh, who cares about taking exams? You hang out with those with good academic performance every day, and you don't know who to copy during the exam!" "Shh, keep your tone down in class." "You don't even look at your appearance, but you're still sitting between Shu Qishuo and Li Ankang." "Jingqi, it's bad if you say that!" "What, Wenjun, you want to protect her?" "It's a joke, but you can't say that, it seems..." "It seems?"
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