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The morning welcome ceremony concluded amidst the artistic performances, and the shockwave brought by Lu Mian still reverberated in everyone's heart.
The afternoon was reserved for the school's classical poetry competition.
Lu Mian wasn't herself today; she did not plan to participate in the contest but went to the venue to make up the numbers.
Sitting at the very back of the step-seated classroom, she slumped over the desk, listless and weak.
She felt a feverish heat throughout her body that hadn't yet subsided.
Her mind was flooded with the image of Xiao Qimo coming close to kiss her, making her think she had come down with a fever.
She listlessly fiddled with the rivets on the desk to pass the time.
It wasn't until a man sat down beside her that she suddenly straightened up, as if shocked by electricity.
Xiao Qimo sat across the aisle from her. His long legs and arms cramped in the space between the desks and chairs, forced him to stretch his legs out.
