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... > Qiao Nanchu also noticed, "Something’s not right."
Just now, in the parking lot, Jiang Zhi was smoking.
This was the second time Qiao Nanchu had seen him smoke; the first was when they were younger, horsing around, and each had taken a few puffs. People like them, with their mixed social circles, mostly smoked, with two exceptions: Xue Bingxue didn’t smoke—he was a "Five Good Youth"—and Jiang Zhi didn’t either. It wasn’t that he couldn’t; he used to need to feign illness, so sm ...
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