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It was already night. A crescent moon was just like an eyebrow. The Phoenix's Cry School, which had been bustling with noise and excitement for the entire day, gradually quieted down.

Lying on the bed, Lin Qingyu tossed and turned for a long time, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. It had been two months since he started his production, and even though he was the only one in the courtyard