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Ren Zidong leaned back on the sofa, took out his phone, and fiddled with it without saying a word. His attitude made it clear he did not care. Academician Hee glanced at him, walked around, and sat opposite him, trying to persuade him patiently. "I know you have it out for SIM, and every year you lock horns with those people, but the students are not your tools