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... male students were talking in low voices.
"Quiet! The contestant representative swears!"
Seemingly unaware that he was dressed badly, Midnight slammed the whip in his hand on the floor of the podium, making a "slap" sound, and pointed the whip in the direction of Class A:
"Player representative," Class A, eight million hundred! "
"I?"
Eight million hundred pointed at themselves in disbelief.
Originally thought that after the USJ incident, Wu An was the s ...
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