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"How come, is tidying up the dorm too easy for you, can't sit still?"
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With a hint of laziness and indolence in the cold voice, it was unmistakably Mo Shangjun's.
At that moment, all seven people in the dormitory turned their gazes toward the door.
As expected, it was Mo Shangjun.
The door was open, and Mo Shangjun, who had appeared out of nowhere, now leaned against the doorway, a silhouette in profile, his right hand in his trouser pocket and his left holding a black whistle, slightly tilting his head, his face cast in shadow against the light, his delicate features tinged with cool aloofness.
In his narrow eyes, he took in every object and person in the dormitory.
In those gazes, there was Sheng Xia's hate-filled stare, Tang Shi's surprise-filled eyes, and Shen Qianqian's disdainful look, while the rest did their best to maintain calm.
Yet, to a certain extent, they all harbored some surprise at the 'ghost' who had suddenly appeared at the door.
