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Mix battleteam’s base.
Mo Huaifeng sat before the only lighted computer on the first level. After he saw the friend request he sent being rejected, the corner of his lips turned up in a not-so-attractive angle.
The yogurt bottle in his hand was contorted by now. He made a throw indifferently, and the bottle hit the mark right in the center of the trash bin.
“Yo, in a bad mood?” A young man with disheveled hair stepped out of the ba ...
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