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最弱位面开拓者
A Certain Gentleman
After the bell rang, a rolling torrent of students on electric cars, bicycles and on foot rushed out of the campus. Whether it's a million-dollar luxury car or an electric tricycle that transports goods and pulls people, they all give way to a stop in the torrent. Mark squatted on the curb in front of the school, looking at the white calves under his skirt. The midsummer sunshine shines on the road through the shade of the trees, and the students who are playing and fighting whiz past in groups. If there is a sudden heavy rain, the picture must be very beautiful. Mark couldn't help but think. It's a pity that there is not much magic left in the dragon skin...
After the bell rang, a rolling torrent of students on electric cars, bicycles and on foot rushed out of the campus. Whether it's a million-dollar luxury car or an electric tricycle that transports goods and pulls people, they all give way to a stop in the torrent. Mark squatted on the curb in front of the school, looking at the white calves under his skirt. The midsummer sunshine shines on the road through the shade of the trees, and the students who are playing and fighting whiz past in groups. If there is a sudden heavy rain, the picture must be very beautiful. Mark couldn't help but think. It's a pity that there is not much magic left in the dragon skin...
最弱位面开拓者
A Certain Gentleman
After the bell rang, a rolling torrent of students on electric cars, bicycles and on foot rushed out of the campus. Whether it's a million-dollar luxury car or an electric tricycle that transports goods and pulls people, they all give way to a stop in the torrent. Mark squatted on the curb in front of the school, looking at the white calves under his skirt. The midsummer sunshine shines on the road through the shade of the trees, and the students who are playing and fighting whiz past in groups. If there is a sudden heavy rain, the picture must be very beautiful. Mark couldn't help but think. It's a pity that there is not much magic left in the dragon skin...
After the bell rang, a rolling torrent of students on electric cars, bicycles and on foot rushed out of the campus. Whether it's a million-dollar luxury car or an electric tricycle that transports goods and pulls people, they all give way to a stop in the torrent. Mark squatted on the curb in front of the school, looking at the white calves under his skirt. The midsummer sunshine shines on the road through the shade of the trees, and the students who are playing and fighting whiz past in groups. If there is a sudden heavy rain, the picture must be very beautiful. Mark couldn't help but think. It's a pity that there is not much magic left in the dragon skin...