On his way back, Jia San made a special trip to visit the home of Cheng Xiaopang, his childhood playmate.
It was already eleven o'clock at night, but Cheng Xiaopang was still in his room doing his homework. Under the desk lamp, his face looked round and plump; at one moment he would bite the end of his pen and frown in deep thought, and at the next he would look suddenly enlightened and write with vigor.
Jia San could not help laughing out loud.
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