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I like him. Everyone seems to know. He didn't seem to know, but he seemed to know. He is not handsome, not tall, and his family does not have much money. Apart from his good voice and good study, he seems to have no other advantages. His name is Li Ming, and he is my deskmate. I am a voice control, and it seems that liking him is God's arrangement. Li Ming's nickname "Uncle" came from his former deskmate, and I got used to it. It is said that this comes from his long-term haircut and his "vicissitudes of life" voice. Every time, my uncle would touch my head and look at me lovingly and smile. Uncle, I have fantasized about every detail of being with you, but after all, that is the dream I most want to come true.