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They had won a victory yesterday, and probably they were still excited and hadn’t noticed yet.

Or rather, they hadn’t woken up yet.

Arriving at the door of apartment 2102, she knocked with practiced ease, accustomed to discussing matters with Song Yi first.

But she only knocked three times, not continuing, according to the prior arrangement.

Song Yi emerged in his pajamas, his face still showing a trace of sleepiness.

His hair was a mess, obviously ...

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