Classes the next day.
He Yanzhi and Xiaoxiaoqi are just like everyone else. It seems that the billiard hall has never happened. One person sleeps every day, and one person packs stationery.
After noon, the new transfer student, sitting in the front row with a loving lunch, stretched out to the back and poked He Yanzhi’s shoulder: “Yan Zhi … I personally made a lunch for you.”
He Yanzhi: “…”
Little Seven watched the play.
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