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The next day was Monday.

Jiang Li returned to the school to teach as usual and endured the kids' '' Chinese English in bulk '. After half a class, his head was already buzzing, and his brain had almost activated its protective mode. However, Jiang Mei still innocently asked him, "Mist Ginger, is the oil alright?"

Jiang Li was so angry that he wanted to explode on the spot.

At half past eleven