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... g for their own principal’s consultation...

To be honest, this news was too exciting. High-quality developers were compatible with bloodlines... ...

If nothing unexpected happened, the future would definitely be the rise of a high-tech-biased civilization. The potential value would definitely not be inferior to wine God’s, and most importantly, this kind of developer-oriented power.., the aid that would be given to civilian-run schools like theirs would definitely be incomparable ...

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