In fact, Xia Zhixu was really a little nervous.
Before queuing up to enter the auditorium, he stepped over the two boys in front of him, patted Murphy on the shoulder, and handed him the notebook that was almost deformed in his hand.
"Please help me take a look. This is a pen." Xia Zhixu smiled, "Thank you."
Murphy took the notebook, nodded slightly, and turned away.
The two teams slowly entered the auditorium, and Zhang Zhengxin arranged for them to take their seats.
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