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The first grade is not easy to mix!
Mamalin walked slowly to the school, passing flowers, streams and stone bridges. Suddenly I feel that the scenes of running on the road and flapping butterflies in those TV dramas are not so retarded. At least I have that impulse now. I hope I can spend a day on the road without going to school.
Ma Malin collapsed at the thought that he was going to the first grade, sitting in rows, reading books and playing games with a group of children with runny noses similar to his younger brother.
When I arrived at the door of the class, I felt that there were a hundred ducks arguing inside. At this time, Ma Malin saw that there was only one little boy in the classroom, and the position was empty. It could be right there. She went over, put down her bag and sat there blankly.
The little boy bumped into Mamarin. "You handed in your homework, math. Have you finished? Let me have a look first! " "
"Amount!" Ma Malin turned to look at the boy, only to find that he was cleaner, neatly dressed and beautiful than all the children around him. In fact, he is just a small shirt and a denim sling. Compared with a bunch of colorful children around him, he can really be described as standing out from the crowd.
High! It's him. I remember blushing when I was a child. I have always felt inferior in front of him. Look at yourself, I don't know which sister. ...
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