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... xcitement as he walked.

"Damn it, man. We are going to eat soon... Maybe don't talk about poop right now?" Cao Ronghua shouted.

"But it was really awesome!" Zhao Jiayi kept making crazy hand gestures as he talked, "I still remember how arrogant that guy was when we saw him at Hongji Square last time. But today, he didn't even dare to make a sound when those students were asking for a refund!"

Hao Ren simply smiled. Although he felt good too, he was not as excited as Zhao Jiayi. ...

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