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From Substitute to Miracle, No One Believed He Could Reverse the Situation
He is Li Xiao, the abandoned backup point guard, and he is Jin, a talented shooter with explosive talent but self-destructive future. When the worst team in the league welcomed this "waste combination", no one believed they could turn around. Injuries, ridicule, and the countdown to retirement weighed them down. Until a half-time game on the street on a rainy night, Li Xiao used a three-pointer to ignite Duan Jin's silent eyes. They are not saviors, but they use blood and fire to redefine what "
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The Moment I Knelt Down, the Whole Internet Realized That I Was the God of Youth Training.
Ling Zhuo was once a marginal boy who was abandoned in the youth training camp. A video of him kneeling down to admit his mistake went viral on the Internet, and everyone ridiculed him for being cowardly and incompetent. Until he broke into the professional league qualifiers alone and ignited the audience with a stunning overhead kick - it turned out that the "admission" was a ploy to protect his teammates. But his old rival Qi Yao, a talented young man and the darling of the media, was exposed
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Fallout Dungeon: Core Puzzle
In an underground city shrouded in radioactive dust, a young mechanic who was betrayed by his master discovered that the accident that paralyzed the entire city was a conspiracy carefully planned by his master to seize the energy core.
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Sky-High Price Trump Card: My Auction House Can't Hide It Anymore
In the dilapidated alley of the village in the city, the midday sun was like a fireball, making the asphalt road oily. Even the dogs were lying in the corner sticking out their tongues. Only Fan Liao was still squatting behind his dilapidated stall, fanning a cattail leaf fan that was about to fall apart. The sweat beads on his forehead dripped down his chin and hit the old newspapers in front of him, causing a small wet mark. His stall is, to say the least, a deception. The floor is full of tat
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