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Zhu Shaodan dyed his hair black and put on his uniform, but the rebellious teen still maintained his stubbornness. When the wind blew, the colorful strands hidden within his black hair were revealed.
“How’s the self-criticism letter coming along?” Inside the car on the way to school, Zhu Xiangxiang adjusted Zhu Shaodan’s collar and asked gently.
Zhu Shaodan pulled out a thick stack of printed papers from his bag.
“Anyway, that old man didn’t specify whether it shou ...
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