Mo Ci, a "specious" person, an E-level student in the training school, plays the trilogy of skipping "classes", wandering around, and fantasizing in a loop every day
Chen Jiyu, a person who "seeks to go beyond the ordinary", fell on Mo Ci's head with an apple, staying at home to "check and grade", which seems to be a standard growth trajectory in all eras, with a lot of "social recognition", but in fact, because of a small collision, his center of gravity was unstable.
The society in the book is purely the author's nonsense (including his one-sided understanding and fantasy), please do not bring it into reality.
This is a random work, with no value output, poor writing, and some confusing thoughts. I am new to this, so please forgive me!
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The moonlight shines brightly, and the long wind blows from the central tower of the base to the suburbs
Mo Ci had a black schoolbag hanging on half of his shoulders, and the arms on half of his shoulders were rounded. The clenched stones were released with a light arc as he exhaled his hot breath.
"Ping ring, ping ring"
The cracks in the glass spread like spider webs. Mo Ci cursed in his mind, "The stones are really bad." He slowly raised his head and met a pair of calm eyes - dark eyes, as if he was casually watching a butterfly fly by. Further up, there is the broken hair slightly sticking to the forehead, the eyes are contracted, and it is a quiet statue under the warm light.
Mo Ci, who wanted to sneak away, put away his stagnant breathing, straightened his chest, turned around the backyard, came to the front door, and solemnly applied for access on the screen.
Later, he sat in a bright room, with jasmine tea in the small white porcelain cup in front of him. The faint fragrance lingered in his nose. He suddenly regretted that he had not sneaked away and quietly "enjoyed" the condemnation of his conscience...
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A little thinking, a little naive, a little incomplete
Intention: When I was young