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... > That one line, like an arrow shot by Princess Diana, pierced through me.
The moment I heard this, I froze solid as if I was put in a flash freeze.
After that, whatever the princess was jabbering about didn’t even register.
Something about deducing my grade based on my vocabulary, remarks about my physique and calluses.
Watching her pinpoint the answers with just her observation skills left me nearly fainting.
‘Hold on, what are you, Sherlock Holmes?’
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