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The Goal Guarded by Lu Chen and Zhou Ye
The heavy rain hit the plastic floor of the training ground like countless tiny iron nails. The wind carried the water vapor and tore the coach's roar to pieces. "Zhou Ye! You are a fucking goalkeeper, not a street gangster!" The coach's spit mixed with rainwater and splashed on the boy's red face, "What you kicked was a head! Not a ball! You are crazier than Lu Chen back then!" The whole audience burst into laughter. Some people whistled, some held up their mobile phones to record the video, an
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Yun Xiao and Jiang Ruhan's Basketball Dream
The night wind carried the coolness of early autumn, sliding down from the tops of the sycamore trees outside the gymnasium, and brushed past Yun Xiao's trousers, like a hand that refused to leave. He leaned on crutches and stood outside the glass curtain wall. His eyes passed through the cold mirror and fell on the suffocatingly empty stadium. The ball, one hit, another hit. Bang—— Bang—— The sound echoed in the empty venue, like a heartbeat, like a countdown, like some kind of stubborn farewel
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He Was Demoted to the Bottom of the Army and Became a God in One Battle.
Late at night at Border Post No. 3, The wind blew through the iron roof like a knife, and the oil lamp swayed on the window frame, casting a swaying shadow, making the figure beside the stove long and thin. Lu Chen squatted in front of the iron pot and wiped the rust on the bottom of the pot with a washed white rag again and again. That pot belonged to the oldest guy at the outpost. Three pieces were missing from the rim of the pot, and the bottom of the pot was sunken like a backbone bent by ti
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The Sealed Magical Girl Is the Daughter of the Demon King
The altar cracked like a spider web, and the seven mages' incantations stopped abruptly. Their bodies were twisted and torn in the holy light, like paper figures torn to pieces by invisible giant hands. The blood mist exploded, staining the stained windows of the temple's dome red. Before he died, an old priest opened his eyes wide and pointed at Arya tremblingly: "The devil... She is... The daughter of the devil..." "Daughter of the Devil!" The screams of the believers swept through the entire
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E-Sports Yunzhao, the Pinnacle Restarts the Rules of the Game
It lights up. The blue halo spread like a living thing, and a line of words appeared in the center, like an epitaph emerging from the depths of his soul: [Welcome back, Commander. Yun Zhao's breathing stopped for half a beat. He originally wanted to copy a video of an old game - the 2027 "Apocalypse Cup" finals. His last operation was officially judged as an "over-limit operation" and his results were cancelled. He wanted to prove that it was not cheating, but a critical breakthrough of genius.
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A Useless Tuner? I Fused the Mechanicus with My Backhand
The sound was as heavy as thunder, pressing down from the top of the floating city, penetrating through the sea of clouds and steel supports, and finally turning into the never-ending background noise of the Rust Belt area. Xu Xu huddled in the narrow and stuffy maintenance cabin, already numb to the sound. In his world, there was only the sharp sound of the old ventilator in his hand. Sweat slid down his thin cheeks, dripping on the oily metal shell, and a trace of white steam evaporate
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Being Kicked Out of a Wealthy Family: Simulating Signing in to Become a God
On a rainy night, in the main hall of Gu's manor, Gu Han was deprived of his inheritance rights by his father Gu Zhentian and kicked out of the house on the grounds that he had "a perverse personality that makes him unfit for a big job." In fact, he made way for an illegitimate son. Gu Han did not cry as everyone expected, but signed the abandonment agreement indifferently, turned around and rushed into the rain. Next to the trash can on the roadside, a mechanical sound rang in his mind, and the
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