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"A classmate borrowed it from me just now." Jiang Yan had already left because he had to prepare for the next competition.

"Who lent it to you?" Xu Yan was curious.

The black coat on Mu Yao was very big, it didn't look like a girl's coat, Xu Yan looked carefully, and felt that the coat looked familiar, as if she saw someone wearing it.

"A kind classmate." Mu Yao didn't want to cause misunderstanding, "Don't you have a competition later? Let's go back and prepare."

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