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do not forget

Time: 2015-08-27 Source: Original Editor: North of Mobei Reading: Times

In the afternoon, I held my head a little heavy, and was in a daze in the room against the opened math book.

Recent life has really been decadent.

Unconsciously, I took another mock test, the legendary pre-mock.

Headphones are playing Sayonara Memories.

I know that I have to take an exam, and knowing that my results are important to my ability to win a college interview, but I ca n’t afford to study hard.

Because there is another consciousness in front of these consciousnesses, knowing that you will not be tested if you try harder.

Isn't it?

How many people in Hong Kong are taking the exam with me to fight for university?

How many university degrees are there in Hong Kong?

How many positions does the Chinese Department of the eight universities have?

Department of Chinese ... Um, yes, I have n’t read a bit if I said it was not Chinese.

Therefore, the chance of me being able to break out is very small, not to mention that I did not even reach the basic conditions (33222) of entering the university threshold, and the tiny chance became zero instantly.

Anyway, I can't get in, and I'll let Margie do it in front of the computer.

That's it, March is the reason I fight for the computer every day.

Strange, shouldn't my biggest reason for fighting a computer be serialization?

... hehe.

It seems that recently, I have started to forget who I am.

I ... I am ...

I'm Frost Moon, a writer for Xianwang, and the author of the Comprehensive Miscellaneous Department of Shiling High School.

... I finally remembered, but why couldn't the pen in my hand write half a character?

How did Kuruma build a thick layer of ice in his mind? How could even a small wave ... not vibrate?

The manuscript of "Shi Ling" is broken and cannot be continued ...

Will I never write anything like that again?

Will you even forget that you are Frost Moon?

Will you even forget your dreams?

"As long as I still breathe and my heartbeat, I will not give up my dream."

no, do not want!

Now I ca n’t read or exercise, I have nothing but the dream of writing.

I cannot lose my dream, because it is the light of my life, it is the proof that I have existed in this world.

If I lose this, I will die.

The hot temperature came from the phone on my hand, and the hand holding the phone was shaking.

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