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At this moment, in a secluded room, there hung sets of women's clothing, a huge bathroom, and a bathtub—clearly Jiang Xiaotang's personal space.
Jiang Xiaotang propped her chin while sitting at a table, and in front of her stood a dynamic holographic projection; surprisingly, it showed Qing Chen and Huang Zixian talking.
She muttered to herself, somewhat puzzled, "Are they really here to watch the match and learn techniques? But what can you learn from a lightweight level match?
While speaking, her fair legs tucked under her skirt rested on the soft couch in front of her, her embroidered flat shoes particularly bright, making the backs of her feet appear exceptionally pale, as if even the bone patterns and blue veins carried a unique kind of beauty.
Jiang Xiaotang silently watched the young man in the holograph, her thoughts unknown.