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Lin Hao ran was suddenly speechless, inexplicably hung there without explanation. This guy couldn't even get dressed properly, and now it was very likely... he would faint!,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,If he had a choice, he would still rather be a child of the 21st century.。