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"Me, me, me, what the f * ck!" A myriad of words congealed into a sentence in Zhao Zhi's heart.

Jiang Feng held his forehead and said, "Teacher Zhao Zhi, can you read more often than usual? Don't be a f * ck, you've even led my students astray!"

Sikong Da said that without Zhao Zhi, his mood would also be "f * ck".

He swallowed his saliva and asked, "Master, what happened? This..