Harper Xia lay on the bed, holding the quilt, silently reading the discussion in the post. The blue light of the mobile phone shines on the face, making the facial features gray and giving it a sinister smell.
His eyes scanned line by line:
[Kung Fu is very arrogant... When I was in junior high school, I asked the first and second graders in the team to carry their shoes and bags. 】
[Ah... our class... once said, "You study every day and still can't get into 985. I can get into the top 10 just by playing." 】
[High self-esteem...I can understand it. He doesn't study well, is looked down upon, and has no friends in the class, but he is nothing like the average poor student. He is also working hard, but in a different direction. Hey, what am I talking about... Let's all understand each other. 】
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