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As soon as Xiaoqi packed up the things on her desk, heavy rain started falling. Looking at the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for kindergarten to end school, so Xiao Qi held an umbrella and walked out. The rain was so heavy that the small sky-blue umbrella was of no use at all. As soon as she left the door of the unit, Xiaoqi's whole body was already soaked by the rain. Xiaoqi looked up at the dark sky and called a taxi. When we arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten, fortunately, school was not over yet. Many parents who were picking up their children had gathered at the school gate, blocking the door tightly. Xiao Qi stood under a tree not far away, waiting for her daughter to come out. The clothes were all wet and stuck to her body, exposing the curves of Xiao Qi's body.

A descendant traveled back to the time of his ancestors and found out why he was so ugly.

Wang Zhichao finally stood at the door of Room 201, No. 15, Zhangxiang Village, dragging his suitcase. He had disheveled hair on his head and was wearing a crumpled off-brand suit. The scorching sun had exposed a thin layer of grease on his face. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and fine beads of sweat broke in his palms. After regaining his composure, Wang Zhichao pushed open the door to the room, and a strong smell of smoke rushed into his face, almost choking him. Through the smoke that fills the room, the scenery inside is blurry, but you can have a panoramic view. Wang Zhichao's first impression of the room was that it was crowded and chaotic. After the smell of smoke dissipated, the thick odor began to show up and penetrated into Wang Zhichao's nostrils. The smell was mixed with the smell of sweat, smelly shoes, and the smell of leftover food. It had fermented and filled every corner of the room.

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