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... ce data close to his peak period. This should be something to be praised, but when the team's goal is to compete for the championship, and there are two 75 superstars in the team as teammates, it is blatant The poor record brought about by the data brush will definitely make the public opinion backfire on itself.

However, the 4-1-1 project is a future project after all, the crime lies in the present, and the benefit lies in the future, so it is worthwhile to be scolded.

Moreover, J ...

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