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April is the cruelest month. Lilacs grow from the dead land, mixed with memories and desires, and let the spring rain stir up dull roots. --Elliot's "The Wasteland" Zhang Zichuan's posture when he jumped up and raised his hand to shoot was so graceful that it almost fascinated Xu Yi. Xu Yi stared at him blankly, her eyes following him like crazy. When he stepped under the basket, he felt his breathing was tight and he was about to feel dizzy. Shao Siqi next to her said, Hey, beauty, you have gone too far, your mouth is drooling! Xu Yi came back to his senses slightly and said, "What's the matter? I just admire him!" Let me tell you, I like Zhang Zichuan, don't steal it from any of you!
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