That summer was the most beautiful summer
September 1
Zhao Muxi was sitting in her seat, and classmates came in one after another.
On the left side in front of Zhao Muxi, a young man sat down. When Zhao Muxi raised his head, the sun just shone on the boy's profile.
Zhao Muxi's heart was moved, but she didn't know it, and she didn't know... She had known him for a long time
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lunch break
Zhao Muxi moved from her seat and squatted down, moved back a few times, and put her hand on the boy's leg: "Ye Nanxi, have you finished your homework?"
"No, I'm too lazy to write."
Zhao Muxi took out the homework from her drawer and handed it to Ye Nanxi
"Thank you."
In the dim classroom, Zhao Muxi looked at Ye Nanxi who was writing quietly. After Ye Nanxi finished writing, they chatted for a while. While Ye Nanxi was talking, Zhao Muxi looked at Ye Nanxi. How she wanted time to stop at this moment. She only had him in her eyes, and he only had her in his eyes...
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Intention: Don't feel inferior