Yu Xiaoxiao's understanding of high school was limited to what his mother described as a cantilever on the head and a cone on the buttocks. When he actually entered high school, Yu Xiaoxiao discovered that it was indeed the case. Every day, it was three o'clock and one line in the classroom, cafeteria, and home, oh no, there was also Yuan Yang's home. In those days that were like copying and pasting, he was her hope.
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