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... ll echoed in everyone’s ears.
The chalk in Professor Qian’s hand snapped with a "crack" as he squeezed it.
He slowly turned around.
His wrinkled face looked like a stone frozen for a thousand years.
Hundreds of eyes converged at the back of the classroom.
Sympathy.
Schadenfreude.
Observing the spectacle.
Professor Qian’s finger rose.
Across dozens of meters, it pointed precisely at Lin Wan Yi.
"Get out!"
Two ...
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