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Meng Wen, who always liked to compare with Ye Jian, scoffed secretly, "A heavy storm is enough to bring her house down. How poor is Ye Jian? No wonder she studies so hard. If she doesn't study hard, she will have to stay in her village for the rest of her life and she won't be able to achieve anything."

Her cold words were filled with the arrogance of a city dweller. In the end, she even said, "Luckily, I live on the fifth floor. I'm not afraid of a storm."

She could only mutter these words secretly. If she really said them out loud, hmph, her classmates wouldn't forgive her.

Ye Jian opened her closet and stuffed the bag containing Xia Jinyuan's military attire deep inside. Then, she placed a few pieces of her own clothes further outside.

When she closed her closet, her gaze paused slightly before she closed the doors.

Xia Jinyuan, your military attire is here. I will wait for the day you come back.