So An's extra chapter

Level 15 five-player dungeon, war ruins.

Then the star went offline.

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- Kind greetings from my mother.

Have you written your homework, what games are you still playing, what? Finished writing? So why don't you make some rolls and play on the computer here? Pause your game for me.

Yaoxing was helpless, and he was forced to do the question after sending a message on his mobile phone.

Coincidentally, Mu Xi was also called to do the question.

There is only squid juice left, and I have to do tasks with little experience on my own.

Yaoxing bit the cap of his pen and thought about a quadratic function problem, with several physics and chemistry papers on the right side and biology papers underneath.

It seems that Yaoxing and Gu An both chose science.

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The following is an extra story of Gu An and Li Yue that my classmates asked me to write, and readers who don't want to read it can jump directly to the next chapter.

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The cherry blossoms fell in March, and I rubbed shoulders with her.

It's just a passing by, and both of them only exist for a moment in each other's memories.

The cherry blossoms fell, the wind rose, and it seemed that only me and her were left in the world.

She felt so familiar to me, as if we had met before

I looked back, and she was still moving forward, disappearing to the other side of the falling cherry blossoms.

"I'm rnmlp!" I woke up, what, it was a dream, I thought.

It's a busy morning again, repeating the boring life, and I can only endure it.

People get lost, people get lost.

Yesterday, I was the same warrior who fought with my brothers in a gun game.

The avatars faded, and the vows that were once clinging to each other dissipated in the shackles.

The glory of the past was buried by others, and I had to learn to lick the wounds myself.

I looked up at the mirror, and the person in front of the mirror was so vicissitudes that I couldn't even recognize myself.

It's just that people can move forward, and let the dream of organizing a team be washed away in the long river of time.