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... when I came out of the cafeteria, and there was still an hour and a half before the start of training.

Xie Jingyuan drove Su Miaomiao to her dormitory downstairs.

Su Miaomiao jumped out of the car, Xie Jingyuan asked her for a cell phone.

Su Miaomiao watched him set an alarm clock for himself at 1:40.

"Have you remembered the way to the gymnasium?" Xie Jingyuan still asked uneasy when the phone was returned to her.

Su Miaomiao: "Remember, I am better than Xu S ...

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