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Ming Qingcheng looked at Jiang Yining uncertainly. "Sister, are you... okay?" There was no sadness on Jiang Yining's face. She had clearly been deliberately set up. She could not even participate in the Five-subject Competition, and she did not dare to complain. At the very least, she should have been angry. For a moment, Ming Qingcheng could not guess what Jiang Yining was thinking