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... arly."

The atmosphere is a bit strange. To be honest, I am still a little bit uncomfortable with the fact that I and Zhong Yuan have already been stunned, so I lowered my eyes and groaned and found nothing. "Oh, why didn't you go to the morning exercise today?"

"Morning exercise?" Zhong Yuan repeated the word and suddenly laughed in a wretched manner.

I don't know why, but he certainly didn't think about anything good, so I buried my face in the quilt ...

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