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Everyone said that the new transfer student was very handsome, but he happened to sit next to Wen Qing, the "tank" they called him. He knows everything, except that he doesn't like to study hard, and his test scores are always low. And she would only immerse herself in studying, but she could also learn a lot for him. He had a strange disease, and the person who was like him was already dead. He didn't know when he would die, so he never wanted to feel sorry for anyone. If he passed away one day, he would have no regrets. Until he met her, he began to panic and he was afraid of death. "My little classmate, why are you ignoring me again?" His beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, looking aggrieved. He was 1.83 Meters tall and leaned over to Wen Qing's side. "Shh!" She put her index finger gently on his lips, closed her eyes and listened, "Listen." They stood on the top of the mountain, listening to the sound of the resurrection of all things.