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... ry, their team members won’t be able to care about the audience’s awkwardness.”

Let’s hope so.

Qing ‘er stuffed another potato chip into her mouth angrily.

At this moment, earth-shattering cheers suddenly rang out in her ears, causing her to drop the potato chips in her hand in shock.

It turned out that the members of the two teams had entered from the backstage. One blue and one red, there were more than 20 big boys in total. All of them were tall and had long legs. Thei ...

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