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Beautiful waist, slim official blog, small modification × cold character design [Funny] Bad-tempered coach Pei Jinrong When he was in high school, Jiang Xi thought he was an out-and-out bastard, the kind who would hang up even if his girlfriend called him and continue typing on the keyboard. But in the eyes of his roommate, Pei Jinrong is just a fool who gets up at five in the morning to climb over the dormitory door or school wall if his girlfriend wants to eat Xuji Xiaolongbao, takes an hour's bus to the city center, buys the Xiaolongbao and carefully packs it back in an insulated lunch box, but forgets to eat breakfast. When he was playing professionally, Pei Jinrong's harem could be said to be the most powerful, bar none. Anti-fans say he has poor skills and relies on his face to attract fans. Mrs. Pei posted her husband's results there and said, "I am happy to lick my husband's face." Pei Jinrong was sitting in a gaming chair smoking a cigarette, with mist swirling and black fans dissing in full swing. Mrs. Pei said: "I feel like my husband is paralyzed there. He looks so damn handsome when he smokes, and he has a decadent beauty." Now that Pei Jinrong is a coach, he hooks up with his official girlfriend at the base every day, begging for hugs and kisses, losing all his integrity, and stepping on his feet in desperation. In fact, this is a sweet story about a pair of childish ghosts who each spent ten years growing up and understanding each other. New author, please collect it, Didi. [Note: There is no prototype, so don't substitute it. The author in the third dimension is a game novice who only likes to watch his own team's games]