Meng Meng was a perfectly ordinary girl.
Her family background was ordinary, her academic performance was ordinary, the high school she attended was ordinary, and her looks and height were likewise completely ordinary—the kind who would completely blend into any crowd.
Of course, like any eighteen-year-old young woman, she had her own interests and hobbies. Meng Meng loved to sing and listen to music, and could even hold her own on a guitar with a few simple tunes, though her skill level was equally ordinary.
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