
Winning Essay
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She finally died, her blood-colored eyes revealed from her messy hair, and her determination and freedom of liberation scattered with her consciousness. In the backlight on the rooftop, she was stained with red blood, and her expression was unclear. When the consciousness returned, looking at the young faces, a trace of joy of living in an ignoble existence burst out from the fearful heart. Luo Qiaoyan traveled through time and had absolute leadership and sufficient money. The boy leaned on the chair, flipping through an old book in his hand, and moved his lips unconsciously: "What I have under my feet is not just your dignity. Feeling the pulse beating with fear under your dignity is the way to please me. Finally... Finally what?" He threw the booklet casually on the table with a gloomy expression, "Finally... The show begins!"
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