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... he distance, the smile on Han Yu’s face did not fade.
He slid his hand into his pocket and clenched the business card inside.
"Let’s go, you unlucky guy," Han Yu muttered to himself. "Work toward that championship trophy! At the very least, don’t let Xingyu down..."
When Rong Xingyu received the good news from Han Yu, he was lazily reclining on the sofa while eating tangerines that Ding Yixin had peeled by hand.
"I knew it! Little Fish would definitely be fine!" < ...
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