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Zhao Yang's room appeared to be in chaos. He was sitting in front of a table with his eyes black, his spirit haggard, and his hair so greasy that it had been kneaded into a dog's den.

There were a lot of used papers on his desk, and a lot of crumpled papers on the floor.

The entire room was filled with papers.

At that moment, there came a knock on the door