My name is Yi Yao, I am sixteen this year, and I am currently bored with my friends waiting to be greeted by the so-called Japanese magician.
By the way, about ten minutes ago I noticed a badminton player standing 20 meters in front of me, holding a huge neon sign with something written on it.
Well, when will the person from the magic world come? I really don't want to look at that person affectionately anymore.
My friend patted my shoulder, looked hesitant, and said slowly: "Yao Yao, tell me, is there a possibility that the badminton player is here to pick us up?"
Haha, how is it possible? The Japanese magic world will not really let a badminton player come to pick us up. If it is true, I will face the keyboard dheisiakkdkkwjdhd
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Hello everyone, my name is Yi Yao, and I was slapped in the face.
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