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Xu Weiyan was a child born in violence and grew up in violence. When he was in the second grade of junior high school, Lu Zhaoran was like a shooting star that briefly illuminated his sky. He waited quietly. Anyway, what he was best at was waiting, waiting to grow up, waiting to be strong, waiting for his light.
"Aren't you old classmates? Have you had a good time catching up on old times?" A friend asked Lu Zhaoran.
"We're not old classmates, we're not in the same class." Lu Zhaoran was helpless, reminiscing about old times? No one wants to talk about the past.
"Do you think it's... Repaying a favor? I'm here to make a grass ring." Xu Weiyan's eyes fell on her, looking at her intently and only looking at her.
"A ring made of grass? Where's the grass?" Lu Zhaoran stretched out his hand.
Xu Weiyan took a thick stack of physics exercises and put it in her hand, pushing her down.
"The grass is here."
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