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Even though I admit that I'm pretty good at it, but I, Mo QianXun, am also someone who keeps my words.

After school, my mother will teach me very hard, and my father will be very disappointed, but a good girl must speak the truth. However, Lin Duan took my paper. While I was packing up the book, I shouted at him, "Are you satisfied this time?"

He was looking very hard. I put my bag on my back and turned to leave.

He pulled on my bag and said, "Mo QianXun, wait a moment."

I turned around and smiled coldly at him. "Now that your wish has been fulfilled, I will withdraw from school. You can rest assured."

He said, "Come with me."

He insisted on dragging me along to find Ms Fang. I had thought that he still wanted to humiliate me in some way.

Ms Fang smiled as she said to Lin Duan, "This time it's quite good. I've improved on my results. If she succeeds in passing next time, I'll consider your adjustment and won't let you sit together with her."

"Ms Fang, you should at least give her three points for this question. Although the words are rather sloppy, as long as it's a central question, she should be given a point for it. Therefore, this question should not be zero."

"Teacher, take a look." Ms Fang took it over, earnestly trying to identify my writing.

But Lin Duan, contrary to our expectations, recited it word for word.

This ability to remember is extremely admirable. When I wrote this question, I would pull a little, a little, and hope to get to the heart of the problem. Then I would have some points, I don't remember what I wrote, he only had to read it once before he could recite it.

When Ms Fang heard this, she said, "It's all teacher's fault. I can't see clearly through these words, and I have to give it to you as a contribution. Thousand-Xun, congratulations. This time, you've passed."

Lin Duan passed the paper to me and lightly said, "I've lost. I'm sorry, Mo QianXun." Without another word, he immediately ran to the sports field.

Stand upside down, then slowly walk around.

Our entire field is a thousand meters in a circle. He was walking upside down, and all the students rushed out to watch the fun.

In his heart, he had a peculiar impulse.

I have never put the results in my heart. Whether I pass or fail, it doesn't matter how much the teacher gives me. However, Lin Duan was extremely serious.

After walking backward for more than two hours, I stood outside and watched him walk away. I think he's stupid, but he's serious.

After that, I was much more obedient. I learned everything he taught me quickly.

Lin Duan gave me his pen, but I couldn't write it down. That time, our average score was the lowest.

However, at that time, feelings secretly arose.

Everyone condones me, pampers me, but not Lin Duan.

Lin Duan was the best student. Many girls liked him and wrote him love letters, but I invited him out. I told him that I liked him.

He silently walked away, and the next day, he said in all seriousness, "Mo Qianchun, I hate people who aren't serious."

I shouted at him, "How can I not be serious? Alright, when that class's flower draws peony flowers for you on the small blackboard every day, I'll send them to you. If you think I'm serious, you can accept my words and put the peony flower in my book."

I liked him a lot, and it wasn't easy for him to get to Beijing from Shanghai. It was because of his relationship with Lin Xia's dad that he came up here, so he was very diligent. After school, he saw the cleaners trundling up the hill on a trolley full of dirty trash, and he threw his schoolbag to me and lifted my sleeve to push it.

At that time in the forest, I was truly moved.

I handed him back my schoolbag and smiled at him.

He asked me where I was going, and I said I was going to pick peonies.

"Qian Xun, I have this peony in my book. A few days ago, I went back to look for it, but I don't know how to contact you."

I looked at the dried peony, thousands of past, floating in my heart.

The forest of the past overlapped with the present.

He was still looking at me seriously, and in my heart, something as light as a feather floated.

That was how he looked at me the first time he kissed me. He said, "Qian Xun, I am serious."

The flower fell into his heart, causing him to sigh.

The heart, is the flow of the itch.

So close, his breath, on my face. I knew he wanted to kiss me.