The third tent.
After hearing what came out of the radio, Jiang Zhixu threw himself into the quilt with a look of despair on his face.
"Oh my god! Why is it flying flowers? Can we do something science-based? Like an experiment challenge!"
Because he was inside the quilt, Jiang Zhixu's voice was muffled.
"God damn it, I studied science just because I didn't want to memorize that stuff! Huh?!"
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