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... k for those on technology development," Yan Mo looked at the bookshelves which were categorized.

"Let’s split up and find them, scan the needed books with machines and take them back," Xia Yue nodded at the sight of the massive Book Collection Pavilion.

Before they arrived, under the introduction of the System, they bought a scanner that could scan and store the content of the book files. Later, connecting to a printer, they could directly print them out.

"Let’s begin." < ...

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