"Classmate Lin Yu, I am your deskmate."
"I've heard about it for a long time, classmate Yang."
Yang Zheyan got his wish and sat next to Lin Yu.
Lin Yu always felt that his deskmate was always looking at him, but he was embarrassed to turn his head and look. Until one day he accidentally saw his name written all over the last few pages of Yang Zheyan's notebook.
"Lin Yu, I want to pull you out, don't push me away."
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