When the get out of class bell rang, even a good student like Junko who loved learning couldn't help but fall down on the "Classical A" textbook, as if her strength had been drained.
It’s true that Chinese poetry is beautiful and ancient prose is also very meaningful, but it’s so difficult to learn. When she was in junior high school, a lot of departmental work took up a lot of study time. In order to maintain her ranking, Junko had to stay up late every day, and Chinese studies was the main area where she overcame difficulties.
Because it was the last class, after the bell rang, the noisy classroom gradually became quiet. Junko still lay on the desk and did not want to move: "Oh, wait for me for a while, grind, I will be up soon and clean up soon."
Momo didn't care. He took a broom from the back of the classroom and started cleaning: "It doesn't matter. If you are tired, just take a good rest. I can do it by myself."
Junko sat up, took a deep breath, and felt that she had barely regained her health: "Yoshi! Then I will be in charge of the blackboard! Also, how can I do it alone? If you are so easy to talk, be careful of being bullied or grinded by others."
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