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In the dead of night, three bats flapped their wings, trying to sneak over the school's outer wall, only to fall from the sky halfway through.
"It seems that only by cultivating the techniques of the Twelve Laws can we escape this prison!"
Tang Ping'an picked himself up off the ground, disheveled, and complained to his sister in a low voice, "How is this any different from being in jail?"
Tang Moli thought for a moment and said, "Prison doesn't have holidays."
"Nobody told me when I came here that this cursed place would cut off the network paths. Is the old man deliberately trying to screw us over?"
"Actually, he did mention he wanted to cure you of your internet addiction, but you didn't take it seriously."
"I thought he was joking!"
Tang Ping'an gritted his teeth, "Do we really have to stay here until Friday? Sitting in class all day with these idiots, isn't that just wasting our lives?"
"Maybe we could make a deal with that guy."
