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... out piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. .

However, the scene that the students imagined did not appear. The strong man's punch was caught lightly by Li Ergou. While catching the punch, Li Ergou even maintained a comfortable sitting position.

He seemed to think that it was a shame to miss Li Ergou's face.

"A foreign-loving bastard!"

"My friend, I apologize first. I also have my own difficulties in wearing this dress. Can I ask you about someone? Do you know Li Chuy ...

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