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Slowly lower the height of the book in the upper right corner. Yu Guangneng sweeps the steel side face. Continue to lower your head, fingers innocent in the incomplete keys reincarnation. "This exam is a unified exam in the whole city ..." "..." There is a lot of pressure in the city ... "I wonder if he raised his voice or cocked his ears.
"409 ...442 ..." I didn't hear the following soundtrack. Perhaps, 446 is not qualified. Last year's college entrance examination, 34 124 1 1 failed. ... beyond the side face, or that damn 138' 36 "angle. ...
Ruthless stabbing pain drove away the side face. Reaching for the glass that blocks youth, but not aiming at the white circle of the left middle finger, it is said that it is the only place where you can touch the left atrium.
Stretch back sensitively. It turned white, but there was a black spot protruding, which was the mark of the last roller skating rink.
The dim color photo sets off a butterfly with a wing on its face. Every turn is so skilled. Jumping round and round, the light dance hair has already been secreted into the atrium ... Jumping off the guardrail, the ignorant pulley suddenly released his left hand ... but the circle was still dyed red by innocence. …
"Ye Yun, look at the blackboard ..." She relentlessly pulled back to reality. "You only get 79 points in math, so work hard." She is a math teacher. Mathematics is his worst subject. However, she ...