The second humanities class at No. 3 High School has always been a gathering place for top students. Those with mediocre grades usually can't get in. But there are exceptions. This year, a hopeless student somehow got into the second humanities class of the eleventh grade, and he was an unusual kind of hopeless student.
His name was Lang Jun, a junior to everyone who called himself a "senior."
At the graduation ceremony just held, the student representative said, "Time flies, and the years pass like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, our three years of high school are over."
Lang Jun was also invited to give a speech, and this was what he said: "Time flies, and the years pass like a shuttle. In the blink of an eye, I'm about to enter my eighth year of high school. I haven't even made it through twelfth grade, and I've repeated a year, yet I'm still attending other people's graduation ceremonies."
Besides the legendary story of Lang Jun being in his eighth year of high school and still in eleventh grade, there's another rumor about him at No. 3 High School: they say he has a life on his hands...
My lord, why are you troubled? Perhaps I should not ask about your autumn.
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By the way, the other books in this series, Song of Praise and Sobbing and Lone Dog, Fierce Wolf, are complete. Feel free to check them out!
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??? I wonder if I have some buff??? Half of the ten wives I know well are frail and sickly. The last wife said she was not feeling well, but some friends said she was getting married. She didn't know what the situation was. Anyway, she had never been online on QAQ. You should take good care of yourself (there are not many healthy people around you who say this) Hey, see you in the next chapter~ Ending with flowers~ (?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?~?)
Old Mrs. Ren has crossed the line. It is not her responsibility to deal with questions, and she cannot go beyond her son and daughter-in-law to treat him like this.
Then try to let go, what you force yourself to do will not belong to you after all.
Your description sounds like a tearful feeling
If you don't expect it, this kind of relationship is not bad. In fact, they are equivalent to strangers.
+1 But I've never lived in a city, so maybe I've never been in a crowded city? (I don't know how to describe it) I have always been like a small country town. When I am free, I like to look up at the clouds and trees. I like the environment of my hometown. There is a large rice field in front of my grandma's house. When I turn around, I can see the mountains. The small ditch next to the field (should it be? It is just a small, shallow ditch for drainage and the like). I can build a melon climbing frame, and there are snails in the ditch. I feel like life is slow. There are frogs croaking and cicadas making noise at night in summer. It's really noisy. The environment is nice and nice, but there are really many mosquitoes. Toilet water and Fengyoujing are my life. One time I was bitten and got very inflamed. . .
No, I grew up in a coastal area but have never been in the water. . . .
Didn't you feel it quite early? Especially when I'm making up lessons during the holidays. . .
Oh~ Can't understand. . .
Why wasn't it discovered?? There are only about forty people in a class. How obvious is it that there is an extra uncle among a group of young people???