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... > The Old Literature Building of the Magic Engineering College, an ancient little edifice under the afternoon sun, looked solemn and authoritative. The ivy climbing up the walls was like a chronicle marking the passing of time, documenting the changes over the years.
The third floor, student council room.
A breeze blew in through the window, carrying with it a refreshing scent. Inside the room, there was a faint scent of tea. On the side table sat freshly brewed flower tea. The l ...
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