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... new year, so much for thinking it would be on the fifteenth.”
“Stop dreaming, we’re in the second year of high school. The rock is still waiting to lash at us,” Someone said mockingly. The rock was their form teacher, called Rock Qing Yan. He was a middle-aged man with black-framed spectacles who was neither particularly ugly nor good-looking.
“School is reopening soon, back to the days of doing papers every day. When will it end!”
“Yeah, my brother said it’s particularl ...
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