That year, the basketball god retired forever.
That year, the four giants of Angel City who shocked the world suddenly arrived.
That year, the little emperor entered his hometown team with unparalleled talent.
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That year, the Son of the Plane, the Great Magician, the Correcter of Order... Plunged headlong into this age where opponents were as fierce as wolves and tigers.
Come on, come on, stand in line one by one... How am I going to carry out this pleasurable torture ([expression] crossed out)
My dream is just to heal your wounded hearts, yes, this is a homophonic joke. Liu Xiu.
The introduction is weak, so I'll just take a look.
