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... and picky.

  No matter how fast Tang Zhixi learns, she has no foundation in opera. And for two hours, what the senior sister can teach is really limited.

  So the only way is to practice this paragraph repeatedly.

  Ye Hanzhi saw off his senior sister and came back. Seeing that Tang Zhixi had been practicing without a break, he opened a bottle of water for her: "Take a break."

   "No need." Tang Zhixi took it and took a sip, "I'll do it again, you watch."

  Ye ...

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