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Seeing this early, he must be an old exam-taker. Even queuing up, he doesn't forget to brush up on his practice papers... Ouyang Rong sighed. Just as he was about to take out his phone, a young monk clamped a QR code between two fingers and tapped it against his nose, telling him to scan it.,And a white silk cloth wrapped around her forehead in a circle, like a headband, covered a rather sizable wound. It still throbbed with pain at times.,Ouyang Rong hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself.。