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... it, he will write a small note. Please don't always look at him. Let Fengfei feel that he is very abnormal. Feng is not able to, he can only look down on the textbook. He Sitting outside now, it is not convenient to play mobile phones. The class is really serious. When the small test is done, the results are better than before.

Feng is not very concerned about these, not too happy, Ni Meilin feels good, deliberately praised the peak in the class, making the peak is not speechless.

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