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Shen Qiao’s palms were so sweaty with nerves that she could barely hold her chopsticks steady. The two girls beside her stared with eyes so wide they looked like searchlights trained on her, and the scrutiny only made her feel guiltier. She hardly dared to look up and kept her head lowered. "Aiya, if you keep hanging your head like that, you’ll give yourself a neck problem," Ye Yanjin said