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"Three hundred and twenty-three … This won't do, let's try again when the last one isn't good enough. " Song Hao Chen's tone was like that of an instructor, ruthless and ruthless. He did not pity Song Hao at all.

As the bean-sized raindrops fell on the tent, a clear and melodious sound rang out.

At dusk, it started to rain heavily. The strong wind hit the green tent.

In the dense forest