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... show it well this time, wouldn't it be embarrassing.

  Ever since I heard from my cousin that Yu Xinyan, a dead woman, won the first place in the city and provincial math competitions, I have been upset and want to curse.

   Feeling depressed and having nowhere to vent, she complained about it with her friend Bai Meiqin.

Bai Meiqin got along with her before because she wanted to get in touch with Cao Lixin, the cousin of Yao Hui's third aunt's family through Yao Hui, but Ca ...

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