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On the Last Ball, I Chose to Defy the Coach
The lights of the national finals poured down the center of the court like molten gold foil. There were three seconds left on the clock, the score was tied at 78, and the air was so stagnant that you could hear the echo of your heartbeat. In the audience, tens of thousands of people held their breath, fearing that even breathing would disturb the balance of fate. The coach's roar rang in his ears: "Lin Yang! Pass it to the captain! Pass it to the captain! This is tactics! This is discipline!" Th
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Jiang Jin and Yun Chi's Echoes in the Clouds
The rain was falling heavily, knocking on the glass window of the Firefighters training hall, like countless tiny knuckles tapping. Yun Chi was sitting on the gaming chair in the corner, and his teammates were chatting in the headphones - who had a date for dinner tonight, whose girlfriend posted on Moments, and whose skin got a limited edition. Without saying a word, he tapped his fingertips twice on the keyboard to start the game. ID: Chi Mu. There was no avatar, no signature, and even the tea
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The Age of Gears: I Played Steam Cuju During the Qianlong Dynasty
Lu Jingming, a cultural relic restorer, traveled to a prosperous Qianlong era where gears and energy roared, and became a scavenger at the lowest level of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. In order to make a living, he was forced to use modern knowledge to form a team to participate in the steam Cuju competition, controlling a thousand-pound mechanism to fight among gear traps. However, behind the winning streak, he and the restorer Shen Qingxian who accidentally traveled together gradually disc
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The Mute Doctor Awakens the Ancient Bloodline
The moment the operating light went out, Shen Sheng threw the blood-stained surgical instruments into the stainless steel plate. The sound of metal clashing was particularly harsh in the empty corridor at two o'clock in the morning. He pulled off his mask, revealing the stubble on his pale chin that hadn't been shaved in three days. When the head nurse caught up with the medical record, the man had already turned into the fire escape, and the back of his white coat swept through the green light
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