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... all the students were present, Wang Wenyi proceeded with admin affairs.


"First of all, we must choose a new class monitor. Chen Rouxue and Shi Lei held that position in their respectives classes. Who wants to be one this time?" Wang Wenyi glanced at the students.


"I want!" Shi Lei quickly raised his hand.


"I don't." Chen Rouxue quickly refused.


The boy looked over in surprise. He even had a spiel ready to fight for the role, yet it actually was not nee ...

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