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Who knew that Zhang Fatty, who had been unconscious on his side the whole time, suddenly sat up. He reached out and grabbed my small satchel that was hanging from my shoulder.,Luckily, the jacket sleeves were long enough to cover my hands, or else I would have gotten a mouthful of glass shards from holding onto the ground.,Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly: "Why are you dragging your feet again"。