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"You guys go ahead and eat," Ying Zhenting glanced at the time, "I'll stay with Mom."
**
The next day.
Verdant Middle School.
Coming into March, a countdown calendar had been hung next to the blackboard in each third-year high school classroom.
The college entrance examination was less than a hundred days away.
Class 19 had also cut down on many extracurricular activities and started to seriously practice test questions.
Without having to teach these silly kids, Zijin found herself with some rare free time.
Leaning her head on her hand, she was chatting with Ling Mianxi.
[Yingying, I feel like breaking his legs [smile]]
[Image]
The image showed a screenshot of Ling Mianxi and Nie Yi's conversation, just two lines.
[Ling Mianxi]: Little Yiyi, I feel like vomiting after eating, what should I do [cracking up]
[Nie Yi]: Why do you feel like vomiting? Didn't you eat?
After finishing reading, Zijin: "..."
