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... that he was a little strange and asked with a frown.

The sudden sound of    made him startled, and cold sweat broke out.

   "Ah...I...I'm fine."

   "What are you nervous about?" The overly nervous behavior made his roommate look at him more.

   "I'm really fine, I'm just nervous." Xu Zixing explained, "It's really fine, you also know that my ranking was a little dangerous last time, I'm afraid..."

   The roommate was persuaded by his explanation and nodded: "O ...

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【】Everything is true, stop false propaganda】
[The characters are just opponents and teammates before they become adults. The relationship line begins when both parties are adults, and the finale will confess their hearts]
[Although there is a little daily life of playing games, it is actually just a youth pain literature, without the slightest popular science content]
[The full text is empty, privately set up like a mountain, the author does not know how to play badminton, and has no relevant work experience, please enter carefully if you mind]
[Primary school students’ writing style, out-of-class contestants, all logic is only for the plot, please enter carefully if you mind]
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“Then I want to win the National Swimming League Championship!”
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