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juvenile
〈 1〉
I gave the characters in my novel a name in the calculus manuscript: Zhang Lin. The rose-red ink pen is slightly immature in a pile of black and blue numbers and words.
Chin propped up, eyes slightly narrowed, enjoying the warmth of direct winter sunshine outside the window.
Taking such a name proves that I still have some affectation. All right. At least not numb.
I sighed and closed the book. Lines and simple figures, along the edge of the calculus book. The pen in his hand doesn't work, bit by bit, depicting a boy's fresh side face, slightly slender back and moderately white arms.
I looked at the pencil box on the right, a little stunned.
Everyone stopped writing as soon as the bell rang. The teacher said on the platform: hand in your written notebook and don't forget to write your name. I checked the cover of the exercise book, and the name is fine, and so is the class. So he handed the book to Liu Wen.
He quickly copied down the answers to the multiple-choice questions. Hu Jingjing, the team leader in charge of collecting this book, covered up Liu Wen's actions by sorting out the books already in his hand. Two seconds later, Liu Wen put pen to paper.
I had a stretch.
Liu Wen turned to me and smiled. "Thanks, man."
I glanced at him and crawled feebly on the table: "I am slim and beautiful." ...
Should be what you need.