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Quan Yizhen: If the house was on fire and you could only bring one thing out, what would you take?
Feng Xin: My sword!
Mu Qing: Money.
Hua Cheng: Gege.
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Xie Lian: Hahahahaha..a nap.
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Feng Xin: *hits Hua Cheng in the head with a ball*
Xie Lian three hours later, trying to coax him down from a tree: It’s okay, he’s gone.
Feng Xin, literally shaking with fear: He’s not gone, he’s waiting.
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Someone, to Xie Lian: Hey, can I have your number?
Xie Lian, confused: Um, okay—
Hua Cheng, slapping Xie Lian’s phone to the ground: It’s broken, sorry.
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Xie Lian: What did you do?!
Feng Xin: I didn’t do anything!
Mu Qing, in the distance: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?
Feng Xin: Ignore that.
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Xie Lian, about the plan: Tell me, Lord Wind Master, how are we looking?
Shi Qingxuan: Hot, but not like we’re trying too hard.
Shi Qingxuan: Like, sure, we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless.
Xie Lian:
Xie Lian: I meant the plan.
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Feng Xin: If Xie Lian jumped off a cliff, would you?
Hua Cheng, seriously: Anything for Gege.
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Xie Lian: Strength is forgiving someone who was never really sorry.
Mu Qing: Okay, not to be dramatic or anything, but I would literally rather die.
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