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... Translations
"I want help from the audience..." Song Yishi said awkwardly.
The host, however, felt even more awkward than Song Yishi. "Miss Song, you only have one chance to ask for assistance from the audience. You’ve already used it up."
"Then... I... don’t know." Song Yishi wasn’t well-versed in ancient Chinese poetry, with the exception of the most popular ones like ’Hoeing Millet in the Midday Heat’, or ’Bright Moonlight Before My Bed’... (TL Note: these are simple Chin ...
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