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... And they were all in his class.

Alas... Giacomo sighed. There was one thing that he felt relieved about. The two children were not troublemakers, and they were good character and both good at studying.

He didn't need to worry about Sampson's grades. For a test, in which the full score was 750, he could get 710 every time.

He also knew about Sound's score, which was floating between 630 to 650. One thing needed to be notable was that the examination of Lexingport City was ...

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