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Xia Zhinian looked at the person in front of him, his head was stunned, he raised his hand in surprise, trying to make sure if he was hallucinating. "Deskmate." A gentle voice suddenly sounded, and a shadow pressed down, holding his arm and pulling it aside, there was something extra in the palm of his hand. Xia Zhinian: "??" Xia Zhinian turned around in a daze, and saw Yan Ci curling his lips slightly, putting two candies into his palm in a gentle manner, and then turned to look at the person beside him. "This classmate, did you go to the wrong class?" The boy looked around, and asked again with a clear smile, "I'm not sure either, is this Class 1, Grade 2?" Xia Zhinian sized up this extremely familiar face, and upon closer inspection...it seemed a little strange, but the person in
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