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A young girl, the Celestial Master, came down the mountain at the command of her master. The mystery of antiques, strange stories about monsters, and metaphysics. She played with them all. But the strange thing is, why does she calculate the wrong person every time? Jiang Shentong expressed confusion. Jiang Shentong said: "Shengyi, I figured it out. You shouldn't go out today because you might slip on the road." "Can't you figure out something good?" As a result, while walking together, Jiang Shentong fell flat on her face. Song Shixu: "..." Jiang Shentong said: "Singyi, I figured it out, you like the kind of cold-sister-type curly-haired beauties." "Then you made a mistake." Song Shixu seemed to be smiling but not smiling. "Huh?" "It's you I like." Jiang Shentong: "!" "Singyi, I figured it out-" Song Shixu glanced at her. Jiang Chentong felt an inexplicable chill. "Have you calculated when I will kiss you?" "It should be tomorrow?" "Then you calculated it wrong again." "It's now." He lifted her chin.