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Qiao Shao fell asleep after putting on the headphones.

There are two days in the final exam. The first day is for Chinese and Mathematics, and the second day is for English and General Studies.

Qiao Shao woke up early, even without running.

When Chen Xu heard the movement, he lowered his voice and asked, "So early?"

Qiao Shao turned out the language and said: "When you go to battle, you will be ...

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