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Hanging in mid-air, swaying constantly, although my head was growing increasingly dizzy, I still took in every detail of the room.,Lin Hao's head ached, especially his brain was buzzing. He struggled to open his eyes. As his vision gradually cleared, he saw several familiar yet unfamiliar faces.,Theoretically, he should be very twenty-first century right now, hiding in the restroom with that “Auntie” who just arrived, using the sound of the tracks to do some sneaky things.。