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    Push the elevator button.

    Fatty was the first to rush up to the rooftop with Ben.

    But there it was, surprisingly, empty!

    Not a single soul?

    What’s going on?

    “Mr. Qin.” Fatty turned his head with an ugly face, “The Z of Spades must be here! There can be no mistake!”

    That being said, where are the people?

    Fatty searched anxiously.

    Qin Mo paced over, his stern eyes sweeping the candy paper on the floor, which still had residual warmth on it.

    “This does have someone.” Qin Mo said, his black military boots viciously crushing the piece of candy paper, standing condescendingly on the rooftop, looking down on the entire school, his battle uniform hunting, as if he were a god of the heavens: “Z of Spades is a student.”

    The fat man let out a “Crap”, “You can guess that?”

    “What teacher is so bored that they would eat lollipops, you’re orienting yourself in the wrong direction to begin with.” Qin Mo took his gaze back and placed it on his body.

    Fatty was genuinely a bit unable to resist this breathless gaze from their president.

    It seems that Mr. Qin was a little less than pleased when he didn’t find the Z of Spades.

    Fatty sheepishly touched the bridge of his nose: “This, this is not my fault, I saw Spade Z operating so powerfully, so I thought he would be a teacher at the very least, how could I have thought that he would be a student.” Student! This is a high school, what student would be so powerful to fight against him?

    “Fatty, are you looking down on students? I’m still a student, not still playing games better than you!” The meow system teenager scratched the wall in defiance.

    Qin Mo suddenly raised his hand up and swept his gaze towards this side.

    The scene was immediately quiet!

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