"Ah, let's go! Song Yeze and the others are playing ball." "Wait for me, I'll pack up and leave immediately!..." There were sounds of girls talking, cleaning up, and leaving the classroom.
"Yiming, are you leaving?" "No" "What's the matter? Don't you always go to watch him play? Are you feeling unwell? You keep crawling on the table" "Well..." "Then I'll go with them"...
Yi Ming was lying on the table facing the window. When he heard the laughter of his friends walking out, he turned to look at the door for a few seconds, then turned back. He rolled the pen with his fingers... Left and right, making a "z... Z" sound, and then with too much force, the pen rolled to the edge of the table and made a crisp sound.
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Yi Ming slowly opened his eyes, vaguely, as if the scene in his dream was still in front of him. After waking up, he looked at the sunlight that had extended from the window sill to the ceiling, and the pure music in his ears was still ringing.
After turning off the alarm on the vibrating mobile phone next to her, she got up, washed up, and made herself a cup of coffee. She took the coffee and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, where a large celebrity endorsement poster appeared in the distance.
"Good morning,..." The person's name was submerged in the slightly parted lips.
Mission: love and peace
