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Jiang Yining gave her a brief glance, and a faint, enigmatic smile formed at the corner of her lips. "Are you sure you want me to spell it out for you?" Ming Qingcheng's complexion turned a shade paler. She glanced at Jiang Yining, then at Lyi Beiqing, who had been hunched over his work, oblivious to everything else. Ultimately, she retreated to her own seat. Just before class began