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... etter than my daughter! My daughter is very proficient in calligraphy and painting..." Another minister spoke.

"What is the chess and calligraphy painting, too ordinary, my daughter is not the same, she will be a teacher after the dance, that dance skills can be said to be the essence of the dance!"

"Can you dance a lot? My granddaughter..."

In this way, they ushered in the first debate on the court today, which may be the first match of talented women, an off-court match.

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