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... ferent from those in the Western world, in the type of grading and assessment, as well as in the level of education. But for Christel, it is just a fresh breeze in the morning.

If it weren't for her upbringing to respect teachers and professors, she would probably have already taken out her laptop and started working on her projects. So, class time is actually Christel's break time.

But not so for the others. By the end of class, Ruruko, Ravel, Momo and Nana are all blank-minded. ...

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