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"The spring rain is still flowing, and the white fog is everywhere." Wang Xizhi looked at the pouring rain outside the classroom with a helpless smile on his face. Gritting his teeth, he cruelly handed the umbrella in his hand to He Xiaoyan in front of him, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Who cares about going to eat in that shabby canteen? I brought my own milk and bread." There was a hint of hesitation in the girl's eyes. Wang Xizhi turned around calmly, "Do you want love? I still want to watch the rain, listen to the wind, and recite poems, hum." Then he gradually walked out of the classroom. He Xiaoyan looked at the not tall figure in front of her, a trace of tenderness flashed in her eyes, and she whispered softly: "Thank you"...