"Not homework, a task, a task," Huo Ximing insisted, his heart set on shedding the student label that restricted him in so many ways.Next, an eerie scene unfolded in the private room of the bar.A waiter entered with a tray of drinks, only to freeze at the incongruous sight before him. He backed out, looked around, and double-checked the room number, muttering to himself, "I didn't get the wrong room, did I?"Had he accidentally stumbled into a study zone for top students? Writing homework in a bar?Inside, several boys in short sleeves, their tattooed arms visible, frowned as they quietly scribbled away with pens. The few girls, faces adorned with delicate makeup, sat on stools, writing diligently on white paper.The room was unusually quiet, save for the muffled sounds of music from outside. The waiter, not daring to disturb them, silently removed the empty bottles and replaced them with new ones."Done, Brother Huo, is there more?" the tattooed boy asked, putting down his pen
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