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... smile as he looked around. The usually noisy mess hall was now silent as a grave.

No one spoke; no one replied.

Wu Fan regarded his fearful schoolmates and lost all interest in lingering. He pushed Wu Fan aside and left the mess hall with books under his arm.

Outside, it came to Wang Qi he hadn’t eaten. He rubbed his belly, grumbling, “That’s why I hate underachievers…”

For a split second, he considered going back in to eat, but he quelled that thought the moment ...

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