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Chapter 12 012 Incident Chen Xiaonuan carried her shopping bag, walking with light steps into the familiar alley. The surroundings were somewhat dim, but Chen Xiaonuan was long used to it. The rent here was very cheap, and she even found the place comforting, as it wasn't far from where she attended school and worked her part-time jobs. Chen Xiaonuan was still recalling her experience playing games with Miss Shen, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upwards slightly. The deeper she…-
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Chapter 11: Chen Xiaonuan’s Teary Eyes The next morning, sunlight streamed through a gap in the heavy curtains, casting a long shadow across the carpet in Shen Qing'an’s bedroom. Shen Qing'an’s internal clock was always precise. By this time every day, Shen Qing'an would have already finished washing up or would be in the gym completing her morning workout. This routine had been maintained for years without deviation. However, today, the bedroom was silent. It wasn't until the wall clock pointed…
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Chapter 10: 010 "Good night, Miss Shen." "Do I really have no talent for games?" Chen Xiaonuan muttered, starting to doubt herself, her brows furrowed tightly. "That can't be right. I’ve reached level 8635 in Candy Crush. Hmph, nobody can beat me in that." "How could I possibly have no talent for games?" Shen Qing'an heard Chen Xiaonuan's rambling and remained silent for a few seconds. She looked at the dejected Chen Xiaonuan and said, "We've played five rounds. You should be familiar with the basic…
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Chapter 001 Shen Qing'an thought, this time her eyes resemble those of a fawn. Country A, Manhattan. The first ray of morning light shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise conference room, casting warm halos onto the long wooden table. The air was permeated with a faint tension. Shen Qing'an sat in the main seat, her slender fingers turning a fountain pen, her gaze fixed on the bald European man opposite her, her expression completely unreadable. The European man, speaking in…
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Let's have a snowball fight tomorrow, okay? The wind in December was as cold as a knife, and it hurt my face.The morning reading class bell has not yet rang, and the campus of No. 5 Middle School has been covered with a thin layer of white frost. On the bare sycamore branches, there are a few dead leaves that refuse to fall, swirling in the wind. Song Li woke up from the cold. The heating in the dormitory was out for most of the night. He huddled up in a ball wrapped in a quilt. When he woke up, the tip…-
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The Person I Like During Tuesday's Chinese class, Guo Guangchen walked into the classroom carrying a stack of printed papers. Chalk dust danced in the sunlight. This period will be a group discussion. Groups of four, choose your own teammates. A representative from each group will speak in twenty minutes. The classroom instantly erupted into chaos, the sound of desks and chairs moving rising and falling. Song Li lay slumped on his desk, watching the people around him swarm into groups. He didn't even…
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The Library The library on the weekend was so quiet that the rustle of pen nibs gliding across paper could be heard. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, casting grid-like patches of light on the floor, while dust motes drifted slowly through the shifting light and shadows. Song Li spun his pen listlessly. The math workbook spread before him was brand new, with hardly a word written in it. In contrast, his scratch paper was covered in messy little doodles, every single one of them sporting…
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That nameless summer When the plane landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris was wrapped in a layer of dusk. The pale golden sky light diffused through the clouds and fell on the tarmac, which was too gentle to be winter.Song Li dragged his suitcase and walked in front, with the brim of his hat slightly lowered. His left hand was casually inserted into the pocket of his sweatshirt. The matte platinum ring on his ring finger gently rubbed against the fabric as he walked, leaving a slightly cool…
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happy birthday It gets dark very early after winter, and the wind outside the window carries the dead leaves and scrapes against the wall, making a tiny sound.The lights in the training room had just gone out, and the teammates gathered around to make a fuss. Someone stuffed a piece of chocolate into Song Li's arms and shouted vaguely happy birthday. He frowned and put the things in his pocket. Without stopping, he picked up his backpack and walked out. He never liked birthdays. I don’t like being…
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Arashiyama The morning fog in Arashiyama dissipates slowly, and there is still a thin layer of moisture floating in the bamboo forest. When you step on the stone road, the soles of your shoes are covered with cool moisture, and even the wind carries the bitter smell of bamboo leaves.Song Li walked in front, not too fast, but always half a step ahead of Ling Qingye. His hands were in the pockets of his windbreaker, and the brim of his hat was lowered slightly, revealing only a clean jawline.The matte ring…
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