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Is there anything sadder than being reborn in the high school entrance examination room? Wu Qisong stared blankly at the test paper composed of various mathematical symbols and words in front of him. In the quiet environment, the sound of people writing furiously made him have the urge to shout: grass! (A kind of plant).

"The slowly falling maple leaves are like longing. I light candles to warm the autumn at the end of the year..." "S... Giraffe, shut up!"