"He and I are in the same class. Therefore, my exam number is No. 55, And that guy is No. 56..."
When I say this, I am thinking of you as a teenager.
What were you like as a teenager? His hair is messy, his clothes are of poor taste, he speaks loudly and loudly, and his temper is a bit impulsive, but his eyes are big and bright and he moves around, and his smile is invincible.
"Yo~"
I said. So I put my head in the window and see you sitting there laughing every day.
Your smile is sunshine to me. Real.
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