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Mi Xiaoxiao:
When I found out the score, I wasn't too sad. I had already predicted the result.
However, it is a bit empty. It's like holding on to a balloon, knowing full well it's empty, clearly seeing it leaking and deflating little by little, but refusing to let go. He was popped by a needle and was freed, but he could only look at the fragments of the balloon in a daze. Unknowingly, tears started flowing out, although I didn't want to cry and I wasn't too sad.
Shen Weiling:
I don't care much about being misunderstood. What's the big deal? It can't hurt me. Just like the math teacher, that young man with a big head, he always glared at me, as if I would kidnap his top student. The more he glared at me, the more I started to fight with Cheng Fan, making him angry to death under his eyes. I heard that he doesn't have a girlfriend yet. I guess he can't find one. He's such an annoying person. But maybe he'll find someone more annoying than him. Who knows what will happen next.
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