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The Return of E-Sports Masters: Wen Jin and Li Xiao
The heavy rain hit the glass windows like countless tiny blades. Li Xiao was sitting on the sofa, and the slow motion of the last round was still playing back in his headphones - his operation was delayed by 0.3 Seconds, and a movement that should have been accurately cut was stuck in the corner. The voice of the commentator was like a blunt instrument digging into the eardrums: "Li Xiao... Is old. This finals is his final performance." He didn't move. His fingers were still on the keyboard, and
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After the Lights Went Out, I Lit the Spotlight
The heavy rain hit the glass dome of the concert venue, like countless hands beating desperately. In the venue, there was no audience, no lights, no cheering sticks, only a solitary spotlight in the center, like a beam of forgotten faith, hanging on the empty stage. Lin Xue's bare feet, with their soles stained by last night's rain and dust, stepped on the cold wooden floor without any hesitation. He was not wearing any performance clothes, just an old T-shirt that had been washed white, the cuf
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The Substitute Is Reborn and Sweeps the Basketball Court
At the Capital Airport late at night, the cold wind carried scattered raindrops and slapped against the glass curtain wall, tapping the silence like countless tiny knuckles. The lights in the VIP aisle were pale, reflecting the shadow of Lu Chen dragging his suitcase, thin and silent, like a forgotten scratch. He was wearing a black mask and sunglasses covering most of his face, only revealing his tight jaw. Three years ago, the news poster that was plastered all over the electronic screens at
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Zhao Xun's Exploration
It had been raining in Linjiang City for three whole days, and there was a musty earthy smell in the air. On the 78th floor of Genting Tower, the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were blurred by the rain and turned into blurry spots. Zhao Xun sat on the leather sofa with two dark red beads in his hand. It was the eyeball of the third-level monster "Red Eyed Monkey", and its tentacles were warm, even with some residual body temperature. He glanced at the mechanical watch on his wr
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