Ye Qingyu struggled all the way to the school, and stepped into the door of the classroom with a gloomy face.

"Qingyu, there seems to be something wrong with your face, are you uncomfortable?" Xiaoyu, her best friend and deskmate, saw her pale face and asked a little worriedly.

Ye Qingyu put down her schoolbag, sighed, and said with a bit of vicissitudes: "It's hard to say."

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