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... wo days, Dali came running. "Song Yang, I heard you got into a fight with a rich guy at the school gates and you even smashed his car! Did you really do that?"


"Who the hell told you that?” I asked, shocked. “We exchanged a few words, that’s all. I certainly didn’t get into a fight, nor did I smash his car!"


"It's all over campus,” he said. “There are even several versions. There’s another one that says you slapped him and walked away, leaving the rich guy begging for your fo ...

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