I sat in my office, and my thoughts drifted far away.Back in elementary school, every winter and summer break, Vivian would run wild and lose her mind having fun. By the time school started, she wouldn't have touched a single page of her homework.Afraid the teacher would scold her, she would try to pass off my completed homework as her own. My parents even came up with a "reasonable" explanation—I had good grades, so the teachers wouldn't get mad at me, even if I didn't turn in homework.However, Vivian was different. If she didn't hand in her homework, the teachers would definitely call her out and scold her in front of the whole class.To protect her pride, my work could be taken away without a second thought. Since then, every school break, I became smart and just did two sets of homework.In high school, Vivian started dating. She went all out pursuing the school heartthrob, got into fights, and cozied up to every teacher. She had poor grades, but she was outgoing and cheerf
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