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When Cheng Xirong woke up again, the sky outside was bright. White light seeped in through the gaps of the curtains and it was a bit dazzling. There was the sound of a mouse and a keyboard. It sounded like he was doing some quick processing. His sense of smell was two beats too slow before he woke up. Afterwards, he smelled the fragrance of food. The sweetness unique to rice wafted over