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After sending Tang Xiaorou a text message, Ye Xuan pedaled his bike directly away from the school and returned to the villa.
Next was the Federal Language class, which Ye Xuan didn't care about.
Compared to Federal Language, Ye Xuan's proficiency was much higher than that of those Federal Language teachers.
By the time he reached the villa, it was already evening.
The sun set in the west.
Ye Xuan was neither hurried nor hesitant, leisurely pedaling his bike, whistling as he walked into the villa courtyard. He parked the bike in the courtyard, took out the key, and opened the villa door.
"Whiz!"
Just as Ye Xuan was opening the door.
A sharp gleam, unstoppable, shot toward the back of Ye Xuan's head.
Swish!
Ye Xuan's expression suddenly changed, his right hand's fingers incredibly rigid, pinching together to directly catch that gleam.
