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... shy face, and thinking of the jeep leaning on the side of the road, Zeng Fang picked up the roses in a flash of enthusiasm.

   "Okay, my name is Zeng Fang, and I am a sophomore in the Department of Chinese Studies outside Beijing..."

  Before she finished speaking, the jeep behind her suddenly made a loud accelerator sound. When she turned her head, she saw the jeep driving away from the bar gate like an arrow off the string.

   "The cars on the street are driving so fast, t ...

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