Rarely did they go an entire evening self-study session without exchanging a single word, and rarely did Zhang Chenxi spend an entire period staring at a few multiple-choice questions without managing to answer them.
Repeatedly, Zhang Chenxi turned over in his mind how he should bring it up to her and how he should face the relationship between them.
He had rehearsed the script in his head countless times, exhausting his life's supply of literary eloquence to craft a confession that was neither too obvious nor too subtle.
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