In the class, the head teacher stood on the podium and looked at the students below. Some were playing with PSP, some were putting on makeup, some were sleeping, and some were listening to music. Only a few of them, one or two, were reading, but if you look carefully,
Actually I'm reading a novel
"Ahem! Classmates," the head teacher said, but the people below didn't seem to hear it and were still doing their own things.
"Today a transfer student has been transferred to our class, everyone welcomes it," the head teacher said on the podium. Everyone stopped what they were doing and immediately started talking about it. "Tell me, is the transfer student this time a handsome boy or a beautiful girl?"
"A boy said, "She must be a beauty." Boy A said, "No! It must be a handsome boy." Girl A said, "Why, it must be a beauty." Boy B said, "It must be a handsome boy." Girl B said, "She is a beauty." Boy C said.
"He's a handsome guy." Girl C said, "Okay, don't make any noise, we welcome transfer students." The head teacher said that Xia Yuche walked in slowly and smiled. This smile made the girl below faint immediately.
"Hello everyone, my name is Xia Yuche." Xia Yuche said, "Wow! He's so handsome!" Nymphomaniac A said, "Really! Although he's not as handsome as our prince, he's still better than these boys." Nymphomaniac B said, "Yeah! Yes.
Ah!" said the nymphomaniac C as Xia Yuche slowly walked towards Qian Xiaoran's seat.
"Hi, we meet again, beautiful girl," Xia Yuche said, "Sorry! Do I know you?" Qian Xiaoran asked doubtfully, "Don't you know? It was you who hit me that day." Xia Yuche said, "Oh! I
I know, I'm really sorry for bumping into you that day." Qian Xiaoran remembered it and immediately said, "It's okay."
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The glass in front of my window is also shedding tears when it rains. People on the street look happier than me. I test my loneliness. I still want you the most. In the summer we walked together, I often dream. I can’t guess your true love.
I feel longing written as dark circles on my face. Sometimes I would rather you treat me badly. I can’t stop imagining our eternal love. You are lonely. I don’t understand the meaning of your smile. I can only persist silently like a sunflower at night.