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 The snake's tongue was cold and slender.

But that was a spiritual entity.

Chu Zeyan was the complete opposite.

Song Yu was still pregnant, and her body, which had been marked, couldn't withstand even the slightest pheromone stimulation. He let out a soft whimper, like a young animal, and grabbed the man's hair, trying to push him away.

The hair was prickly.

The young man's slender white fingertips were rubbed red.

"I won't give it anymore..."

The beautiful Alpha cried until his eyelids turned pink. When he vaguely heard the man's request, he hadn't realized that giving pheromones meant this.

However, at this moment, Chu Zeyan was like a wild beast, and Song Yu's strength felt more like a playful rejection to him.

Sticky, damp.

His wife was soft and sweet.

...

Aside from tasting the floral pheromones, Chu Zeyan didn't do anything else.

But even so, Song Yu was too tired to keep his eyes open. He was used to being pampered, letting the other serve him as he bathed and dressed, finally lying comfortably in the soft blankets.

Regardless of the man's disheveled appearance,

Chu Zeyan tenderly kissed his forehead with a goodnight kiss. For the next few days, he locked himself in his second-floor bedroom, relying on his pheromones to get through his heat.

When he came out, Song Yu noticed his right arm was injured, his wrist slightly dislocated, two deep scratches, three bruises, and a wound on the back of his neck where the glands hadn't healed—he looked quite battered.

Song Yu's face paled, and she quickly made him sit down while she went to find the first-aid kit.

Chu Zeyan, who dealt with mechs year-round, was frequently scratched and scraped by various metals; he was naturally cold-sensitive, so these wounds were insignificant to him.

However, seeing Song Yu's worried expression, he felt satisfied.

Of course, he wouldn't let Song Yu, heavily pregnant, treat his wounds.

While Song Yu was still rummaging through the first-aid kit in the living room, the man helped her to the sofa.

Seeing that Chu Zeyan had reopened the wound that had finally healed, revealing the horrific flesh inside, Song Yu's lips turned pale, and she frowned unhappily: "Don't move!"

Chu Zeyan was scolded, but felt a strange sense of satisfaction: "It's nothing, just a minor injury, take care of yourself."

Song Yu became anxious: "We need to bandage it quickly."

"Okay, wait for the doctor to come."

Bian Han had been coming over every night for the past few days, to check if Song Yu was widowed, because if she was, he would have a chance.

Song Yu's thought process was a bit peculiar; her answer was: "I'm not his spouse yet."

Bian Han was stunned.

Men couldn't stand hearing such words, especially from a young boy who looked pure, beautiful, and not very old, and was heavily pregnant.

This made Bian Han want to take her home as his wife again.

However, Song Yu was heavily pregnant, and he was afraid it would affect anything, so he hid all his Alpha aggression.

Song Yu glanced at the time: six o'clock.

Bian Han usually didn't arrive at the villa until 8 PM after work. Two hours was enough time for the wound to become infected. It

needed to be cleaned at the very least.

He thought he might be too easygoing, which was why the man kept grabbing him and hugging him.

So he glared at him fiercely: "From now on, you're not allowed to talk! And you're not allowed to move!"

Chu Zeyan looked at him and obediently sat on the carpet.

The tall man, with long arms and legs, was now curled up on the carpet near the sofa.

Song Yu was finally satisfied, a hint of relief on his face. He took out gauze and disinfectant, assuring him, "Don't worry, I'm very experienced."

Chu Zeyan sensed something else, his tone indifferent: "Have you bandaged other people before?"

Song Yu's attention was focused on the wound, and without thinking, he replied, "Yes."

Chu Zeyan was silent for a few seconds, then, as if remembering something, his tone sour: "The one with OCD?"

Song Yu was slow to react.

It wasn't until 009 reminded him that he realized the other person still remembered Xie Zhiyan, and he fell silent, feeling somewhat guilty.

This sight made Chu Zeyan even more convinced that there was something between Song Yu and this germaphobic man, but as a man in his thirties, it would be too petty of him to always openly display his jealousy.

So he waited silently for Song Yu to clean his wound.

Modern medical technology is advanced, and disinfectant won't sting the skin like hydrogen peroxide. But Song Yu still symbolically blew on the wound a couple of times: "Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

The other person frowned and suddenly said, "You've blew on him like this before?"

Song Yu: "?"

He tilted his head, and it took him a while to realize—she was still talking about Xie Zhiyan.

If he didn't speak, then he had blew on it.

Chu Zeyan couldn't help but ask again, "Has he kissed you?"

"..." Silence.

That meant he had kissed her.

With bandaging and kissing, thinking about how intimate Song Yu had been with other men, Chu Zeyan felt a surge of jealousy, but he could only bear it. He

even mentally manipulated himself.

It's okay, he's the one by Song Yu's side now.

The child is his too.

He's one of the candidates who will have the last laugh.

Bian

Han arrived at the villa promptly at 8 PM.

After giving Chu Zeyan's wound a perfunctory glance, he proceeded to examine Song Yu as usual.

Song Yu had 009's high-grade medicine, and aside from feeling heavier, he felt fine. He then inquired about Chu Zeyan's wound.

Bian Han didn't even look up: "He won't die."

Song Yu: "..."

Although he wouldn't die, it was still a wound, and Chu Zeyan couldn't do many of the care himself, so he had to send Si Ling back.

Perhaps Si Ling had always been an emotionally stable Beta, rarely saying anything strange, so Song Yu trusted him implicitly. Sometimes, even with his ankle still being pinched, he would already be curled up on the sofa and asleep.

The young man's ankle was thin and fragile, with a small bone protruding, covered with fine bluish-purple veins.

Only at times like these did Si Ling's gaze become bold and exposed.

But he knew that there was an insurmountable chasm between them, and he was just the most inconspicuous among the many who admired him.

He didn't ask for anything else, just to have him by his side.

*

After Si Ling was transferred back, Chu Zhouyan began his winter vacation, and the usually quiet Chu residence became lively. Fu Yuan would also visit whenever he had free time.

Every time he went to space, he would bring Song Yu some rare trinkets.

This time, he brought a precious crystal.

"It can enhance your spiritual abilities." Fu Yuan looked at the black panther, its belly exposed from being petted by the young man, outwardly scoffing but inwardly extremely envious. However, constantly transforming into an animal to compete for attention with a 19-year-old pretty boy was truly undignified. He withdrew his gaze and handed over the crystal. "Wearing it long-term is also good for your health."

Such crystals were extremely rare, one worth several planets, yet Fu Yuan gave it away like a glass marble.

Song Yu didn't understand the crystal's value, but still liked it very much, so he strung it on a thin cord and hung it around his neck.

But after he wore it, Chu Zeyan became unhappy, saying that the energy stone he gave was better than this, so why wasn't he wearing it?

Song Yu didn't understand why they were comparing themselves like this.

But he couldn't exactly wear a ring of stones around his neck… he'd get cervical spondylosis.

Fortunately, Chu Zeyan was a mature man in his thirties, and seeing Song Yu's conflicted expression, he didn't dwell on it. A few days later, he gave the young man two of the latest trendy robotic dogs.

Song Yu was overjoyed.

And so, they welcomed the first snow since the winter solstice.

The Spring Festival followed closely behind.

It was fortunate that such a traditional festival hadn't been abandoned. However, many customs hadn't been passed down—even fireworks had become electronic.

The aunties had all gone home for the holidays, but the villa was still crowded. Four or five men surrounded Song Yu, and together… they learned to make dumplings.

“This one is beautifully made,” Fu Yuan casually picked one up, looking at the person making the dumplings, “It looks just like you.”

Song Yu: “…”

He wasn't really good at cooking, only at making dumplings, and his were far worse than his grandmother's. He felt a little embarrassed when praised.

Fu Yuan seemed like a very serious person, but he was quick with sweet talk, and Chu Zeyan was afraid that Song Yu would be fooled and run away.

But he didn't dare to easily bring up the matter of remarriage.

The current situation was quite good.

He began to seriously try to understand Song Yu, to pay attention to his quirks and habits, and to explore the unknown with him.

In this world, besides mechs, there were many interesting things he couldn't control.

Because of Song Yu, he gradually began to enjoy this world.

Over the next few days, the men busied themselves pasting "Fu" (good fortune) characters all over the house, writing Spring Festival couplets by hand, and stuffing coins into dumplings… Finally, they watched fireworks together on the balcony.

Song Yu received many gifts and numerous red envelopes.

Each one was carefully crafted, with cartoon designs on them.

After taking out the money, Song Yu didn't want to throw away the red envelopes; he folded them neatly and put them in a drawer.

…

After the Spring Festival, with about ten days left before Chu Zhouyan's school started, Song Yu made the most of his time petting the big cat.

He was well past his due date, but the progress bar was only 95%, so 009 used medication to suppress embryonic growth .

[Reminder to the host: You have not completed the plot line within the specified time and may be punished by the system.]

Song Yu subconsciously felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, a few days later, he began to feel chest tightness.

Chu Zeyan took him to Bian Han.

Bian Han placed a stethoscope on Song Yu's heart but found nothing abnormal: "A more detailed examination is needed."

Chu Zeyan said sternly.

To be honest, of all these people, he disliked Bian Han the most. He seemed cold and indifferent, but he was more cunning than anyone else.

He didn't know where they'd touch Song Yu during the examination.

He was just about to change into his white coat and go into the lab when Fu Yuan and Si Ling arrived.

The men crowded the small room, making the air feel thinner.

Song Yu couldn't breathe and opened her lips to gasp for air. Seeing this, Bian Han coldly chased them all out.

The examination was quick; Dr. Bian was an authority in this field. He opened the door, and a group of men swarmed in like a pack of wild dogs.

But even the fiercest wild dogs become docile and obedient in front of their master.

Song Yu sat in a soft chair, a glass of warm juice in front of her. She seemed well taken care of; the unwanted advances she had imagined hadn't happened.

“An Alpha’s reproductive cavity is naturally atrophied, and the delivery passage is short and narrow; Song Yu’s is even narrower,” Bian Han said slowly. “As the due date approaches, he needs help to dilate it.”

Song Yu’s eyes widened, and he swallowed incredulously.

Even though it was a proper medical explanation, his cheeks still burned uncontrollably, and his voice was tinged with shame: “How…how do you do it…”

Bian Han explained softly, “You probably can’t reach it yourself.”

Song Yu’s shoulders trembled slightly, and he lowered his head.

The implication was clear: he couldn’t reach it himself and needed help.

Song Yu and Chu Zeyan hadn’t remarried, so everyone had the right to help, as long as Song Yu was willing. Fu Yuan was the most shameless of them all, asking directly, “What do you use to help? Your fingers?”

Those simple words made the young man blush again.

Bian Han stared at him expressionlessly.

Fu Yuan: “If not fingers, then is there some kind of professional tool? Or, directly—”

Seeing that Song Yu was almost crying from embarrassment, he finally shut his mouth.

“We have the professional tools, but some people are allergic to them, which can make things worse.” Bian Han didn’t specify what kind of dilation would be used, but judging from the expressions of the men, they all understood.

Then, he looked at Song Yu: “The doctor’s technique is more professional. Do you need my help?”

Everyone’s expression changed instantly: “…”

So that’s what they were waiting for!

Song Yu lowered her eyes, awkwardly staring at her stomach. Fortunately, 009 appeared in time: [Host, the punishment time has ended.]

As soon as it finished speaking, Song Yu felt her breathing become much easier.

[Was the punishment time that short?]

It didn’t seem very severe.

009: …Hmm.

Its host may never witness the truly cruel system punishment.

Because there are still a group of powerful fragments in his space, which easily attacked these punishment systems.

Seeing that he was alright, Song Yu, fearing that Bian Han might really do those terrible things to him, immediately got up and tugged at Chu Zeyan's sleeve: "I feel much better."

Fu Yuan, seeing that he wasn't Song Yu's first choice, asked in a muffled tone, "Really?"

Song Yu nodded emphatically: "I really feel much better." She

then shook Chu Zeyan's clothes and said coquettishly, "Let's go back, okay?"

Chu Zeyan couldn't resist this.

Seeing that Song Yu's complexion had indeed improved a lot, he took her hand.

Song Yu's palm was warm and soft, her knuckles slender, every inch of her hand plump and evenly wrapped in flesh.

Chu Zeyan entwined his fingers around the other's—he found the gesture cloying, yet he longed to be this close to his wife every day.

*

The hospital visit was just a minor incident; once Song Yu felt his body had returned to normal, he continued to curl up on the sofa watching a movie.

He hadn't remarried yet, so he and Chu Zeyan slept separately.

He slept in the master bedroom, and Chu Zeyan slept in the guest room next door.

But Chu Zeyan's condition for agreeing to sleep separately was that he had to put a teddy bear next to his pillow when he slept.

Song Yu readily accepted this. After watching the movie, he returned to his room to rest, only to have his wrist gently tugged.

Song Yu: "?"

He asked warily, "...What are you doing?"

Chu Zeyan didn't speak, but handed him a leather object that looked like a collar.

Song Yu: "What...is this?"

"An Omega suppression buckle."

Suppression buckles were always sold on the market—some Alphas created these things specifically to make unruly Omegas submit to them. They were worn around an Omega's neck and had fingerprints on them. During heat, only an Alpha's fingerprint can unlock the suppression ring for marking; even an Omega cannot touch their glands. When faced with the most difficult part of heat, they have no choice but to submit to the Alpha.

From the moment it's produced, the suppression ring is labeled with "possession" and "plunder."

No Omega has ever bought this willingly.

When Song Yu found out, the small lace-trimmed collar in his hand suddenly seemed strange.

He awkwardly asked, "Why...why did you buy this?"

"To input your fingerprint."

Song Yu understood.

He looked at Chu Zeyan; the man's eyes were dark, his expression resolute.

After a moment,

Song Yu relented, patting Chu Zeyan's shoulder, signaling him to lower his head.

The veins on the man's neck were bulging, and there was a scar from the last heat on the back of his neck.

Song Yu carefully put on the small collar.

The moment it fastened, his fingers accidentally brushed against the man's gland, and the man groaned.

Song Yu thought he was in pain: "Did you hurt me?"

Chu Zeyan's breathing became heavier: "Something hurts."

Song Yu tilted his head in confusion.

He didn't notice the other's burning gaze, still adjusting the restraint clip.

—Chu Zeyan's eyebrows were sharp, his features thick and deep, and he didn't look feminine after wearing it.

Song Yu was satisfied.

"From now on, only you can touch it."

"...Hmm?"

"My glands."

This unusual confession made Song Yu's scalp tingle. He planned to go back to the house, but Chu Zeyan followed him.

"Xiao Yu, I want to kiss you."

Song Yu didn't expect him to follow him in. As soon as he turned around, he felt the other's breath on the top of his head.

He didn't have time to refuse—

"Never mind."

"I'll do it myself."

*

Chu Zhouyan rushed back to the villa immediately after finishing his school business.

He heard that Song Yu had gone to Bian Han's place today. Thinking the young man might be feeling unwell, his steps quickened, but halfway up the stairs—

"Stop kissing me..."

"My mouth is so sore."

The young man's coquettish voice trailed off, hooking into his ear.

Chu Zhouyan's mind went blank, and he only dragged his stiff body downstairs after the sounds of their kissing had completely stopped.

When Song Yu woke up the next day, his lips were still a little swollen.

Perhaps knowing he couldn't do anything else, or perhaps because of that restraint, Chu Zeyan had kissed him fiercely.

Song Yu pursed his lips and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.

He was the only one using the bathroom on the second floor, which was covered with non-slip mats.

Song Yu stood there staring at the mirror, slowly brushing his teeth.

Fine foam filled his mouth, some of it staining his bright red lips.

As he was rinsing his mouth, he felt a shadow looming over him.

He looked up.

Chu Zhouyan reached out and wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth.

Song Yu paused. Even someone as oblivious as him could sense that this was a very intimate gesture, and he subtly took a step back.

Such actions couldn't escape Chu Zhouyan's notice. His face was expressionless, his voice stiff: "You're avoiding me?"

Song Yu felt guilty: "No."

"You've already figured it out." Chu Zhouyan stared at him with a dark look in his eyes, "You've figured out I like you."

Song Yu pursed his lips.

He had only just realized something was wrong.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. Song Yu tried to persuade him: "You're still young, you—"

Chu Zhouyan seemed very unwilling to hear those three words, interrupting: "I'm not young anymore."

Song Yu: "..."

He didn't know if his thoughts were impure, but he always felt that the other's "not young" implied something else.

009 gave a definite answer: [That's exactly what he meant.]

Sure enough.

"I'm an adult in every way." Chu Zhouyan hadn't slept all night, determined to confront the other, "I've never considered you my brother."

"Calling you brother was just so I could stay by your side."

"I've wanted to do those things to you for a long time: kiss you, make you cry, mark you, get you pregnant."

Song Yu looked at him incredulously.

He felt that Chu Zhouyan must have been provoked by something, suddenly saying things he wouldn't normally say.

Perhaps out of desperation, Chu Zhouyan quickly kissed Song Yu on the cheek after his confession.

Song Yu reacted slowly: "You—"

He only managed to utter one syllable before seeing Chu Zhouyan being grabbed by the collar and thrown out of the bathroom.

Chu Zeyan's face was horribly dark, veins bulging on his arms. He was angrier at Chu Zhouyan than at Fu Yuan and Bian Han.

"You really think I don't know about the divorce papers?" The man's voice was icy cold. "I know everything you've done behind my back, I know everything you're thinking."

"I won't tell you for the sake of our elders. Tell me, what are you hoping for?"

Chu Zhouyan's face froze. "Don't use them to pressure me."

"I know they've been very good to me, I'm grateful to them. I'm also grateful to you."

"But you're divorced, Xiao Yu isn't my sister-in-law anymore." Chu Zhouyan emphasized the words "Xiao Yu."

Chu Zeyan clenched his fist. Song Yu realized Chu Zhouyan might get beaten up and immediately stepped forward.

"Chu Zeyan."

"I...I'm not feeling well."

Hearing the young man's voice, Chu Zeyan's fist didn't land on Chu Zhouyan's face, but the fact that his adopted brother coveted his sister-in-law was a done deal, and he even seemed to be trying to steal her away from him.

Chu Zhouyan was still young and inexperienced, and that morning Chu Zeyan assigned him to a college with mandatory management, allowing him only one chance to leave the school per month.

Song Yu hadn't expected this to happen. Afraid that Chu Zeyan would go crazy and try to kiss him again, she locked herself in her room.

A few days later, the progress bar reached 98%.

Song Yu was overjoyed.

009: [Host, the villain has been sent to a garbage planet, the progress bar has increased.]

"..."

The joy turned into shock.

Song Yu pursed her lips and pondered for a while, then tentatively asked: [So, for the last 2% of progress, do I go to the garbage planet?]

009 worked for a while: [This part of the plot requires you, host, to make your own judgment.]

Song Yu: ...Ugh.

After all that, he still ended up picking up trash.

Song Yu resigned himself to his fate and started trying to raise money for a ticket to space.

009 reminded him: [Host, you're a gigolo, you can just live off a gigolo.]

Song Yu suddenly realized: "!"

He'd almost forgotten!

At dinner, Song Yu planned to bring up the matter with Chu Zeyan. He was prepared to cry and make a scene if the other party didn't agree.

However, Chu Zeyan brought up something else first.

Song Yu looked at the remarriage agreement handed to him.

"We'll need it soon to register the child's birth." Since the Chu Zhouyan incident, Chu Zeyan was afraid things might get complicated, so he had a lawyer draft this document. "If you sign it, all my assets will automatically be transferred to your name."

He knew Song Yu liked money and was willing to give everything.

Song Yu's silence made Chu Zeyan tense, but then he heard the other party suddenly speak.

"Any plans for a honeymoon?"

Chu Zeyan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, relaxed, and he asked softly with a smile, "Where do you want to go?"

Song Yu replied, "I want to go to the Garbage Planet."

"..."

Chu Zeyan paused, thinking he had misheard. "...What?"

Song Yu obediently repeated, "I want to go to the Garbage Planet."

After a long silence, Chu Zeyan asked with difficulty, "What will you do there?"

"Collect garbage."

"..."

"Sweetie, it's not suitable for you to go there right now."

"I want to go." Song Yu had been spoiled and pampered during this period, and she threw down her pen. "Whoever takes me to the Garbage Planet, I'll marry them."

Chu Zeyan immediately said, "Okay, let's go to the Garbage Planet."

In short... they finally signed the papers.

*

In the week after their remarriage, Song Yu rarely saw Chu Zeyan: [Was he a marriage scammer?]

009: [Host, he was just a scammer, not a marriage scammer.]

Song Yu waited anxiously for a few more days. Finally, one morning, while still fast asleep, he vaguely felt himself being picked up.

When he was fully awake, Song Yu found himself on a bed in a cockpit.

He stood up and looked out at the vast starry sky.

Countless planets dotted the night sky, making them seem so small.

Song Yu admired the view for a while before Chu Zeyan helped her to a seat: "You can see it from here too."

The young man stared at the view, his tone excited: "So beautiful!"

"Mm." Chu Zeyan was touched by Song Yu's emotions, his tone also carrying a smile.

He looked at Song Yu.

Song Yu was wearing a loose T-shirt, light blue, which made her skin look as white as snow, pure and charming.

He remembered that after he struggled back into the doll's body from the torrent, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Song Yu in light blue pajamas.

He couldn't tell if the scenery was beautiful or not.

But he knew Song Yu was beautiful.

So.

That's why he desperately wanted to return to his side.

"I thought of the day I came out of the bear," Chu Zeyan said, "I saw you the first time I saw you."

"I think I've been smitten with you for a long time, Song Yu."

The sudden words of love left Song Yu unsure of what to do with her hands and feet, so she could only stare at the scenery in front of her.

However, this ambiguous atmosphere was quickly broken by an incoming call.

Chu Zeyan reluctantly answered the phone after seeing the contact name.

Fu Yuan's voice echoed throughout the cockpit: "I heard you refurbished a garbage planet and took Song Yu on vacation?"

Song Yu was taken aback.

So, all this time, while she hadn't seen Chu Zeyan, he'd been busy with this?

"It's not a vacation, it's a honeymoon," Chu Zeyan corrected.

Fu Yuan scoffed: "Guess where I am right now?"

Chu Zeyan frowned, glancing at the screen. A spaceship was following behind him.

"You wouldn't—"

"What if something happens to Song Yu?" Fu Yuan said lazily, "I have people in charge here, and a doctor too. With me, that's enough."

Chu Zeyan: "..."

It seemed Si Ling and Bian Han were also there.

Their plans for a romantic getaway were about to be ruined. Chu Zeyan maneuvered the spaceship, quickly leaving the others behind.

Song Yu was amazed by his skills.

In reality, he could be a race car driver.

The personal terminal vibrated.

He opened the message; it was a photo sent by Chu Zhouyan, showing a medal.

[Chu Zhouyan: I got first place.]

[Chu Zhouyan: This looks worth a lot of money, do you want it?]

[Chu Zhouyan: Where are you now? I'll give this to you.] Song

Yu replied with "Thank you," and the next second, 009's voice rang out.

[Progress bar 100%. The host can leave the world or choose to stay in this world for a period of time.]

Song Yu was surprised.

He hadn't even gone to collect trash yet…

[The last bit of plot is the growth line of the big boss. Now that he has the medal, all plot points are complete.]

Oh, I see.

So, he actually made Chu Zeyan accompany him to collect trash.

Song Yu felt a little guilty and cautiously nudged the person next to him: "Are we going to the Trash Planet now? How much longer?"

Chu Zeyan: "Almost there."

Song Yu turned his head.

In the twinkling universe, he saw a small planet directly ahead.

"I planted many trees on it," Chu Zeyan said gently, looking at him. "The leaves of these trees are a beautiful color."

"Like your eyes."

Song Yu was stunned.

He looked at Chu Zeyan, then at the stars ahead.

He hadn't expected this.

What awaited him wasn't a desolate, garbage planet, but a light-colored planet that resembled his eyes.

Just as he hadn't expected it.

One afternoon, sunlight streamed into the room. He sat at his desk, diligently copying down the sentence: "All gifts bestowed by fate have already had their prices secretly marked."

At that moment, his fate was already sealed.

Destined—

to receive boundless favor.

[Congratulations on completing the ABO world. All data in this world will be immediately recycled.]

[World level: A; Your overall rating: A.]

[Congratulations on gaining 25,000 points.]

[You can pause briefly to enter the next world: the post-apocalyptic world.]

[You will play the role of—]

[A dissolute rich second-generation heir seeking revenge from his reborn boyfriend.]

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