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... at the young man unobtrusively: "Go to the training room?"

  Although it is an interrogative sentence pattern, there is no half-questioning gesture.

   A few strands of fine hair fell on Gong Jiuhan's delicate brow bone, and said lightly: "Yes."

  Since I have accepted the employment of others, I have to do things for others.

   This is a matter of principle.

  Club training room.

  People are doing their own physical training, and from time to time the ...

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