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That day, I didn't know which of my nerves was wrong. My blood was racing and I was in a particularly excited mood. As soon as the preparation bell rang, I rushed into the classroom and stepped onto the podium. I held a piece of broken cardboard in my hand and used it as a banana fan, Huda Huda fanned my chest, tilted my head, bowed my waist, and sang the songs that Master Jigong loved to sing with great excitement: Shoes are torn, hat is torn, cassock is torn - you laugh at me, he laughs at me, wine and meat pass through the intestines - I sang, intoxicated, and was so excited amidst the uproar of laughter from my classmates. Suddenly, the students fell silent. Just when I was wondering, two fingers stretched out from behind and clamped my ears like iron pliers.
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