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Mo Yue patted off the dust on his body. He took out his phone from inside his clothes and called the principal of the Qing University. Soon, the call was picked up.

"Hello? Is it Mr. Mo Yue? I wonder what business do you have with me? " The principal's obsequious laughter came from the phone.

"Dismissed, Su Chen." Mo Yue finally understood.

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