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... Jing Huan woke up, outside was completely blanketed in several layers of white.


Near the end of the term, more people came to class. Those who didn’t attend class often in the past were now in their final struggle to seize the professor’s favor.


In the afternoon, Jing Huan laid on the table with only his eyes peeking out. The heating in the classroom seemed to be broken, and it wasn’t warm at all. With all the students coming in and out, the classroom door had never been p ...

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