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As Su Qing held Xia Zhixuan, the scene of the first day of university played in his mind. Wearing a white dress, Su Ya Ya Ya slowly walked up to the podium. The wind outside the window blew gently, stirring up the few strands of hair next to her face. She used her pretty hands to brush them, then picked up a piece of chalk and wrote a few beautiful words on the blackboard: "Su Ya Ya