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Even as he said it, Xu Fanming didn’t believe it himself. As the game went on, Xu Fanming could clearly feel the pressure mounting. His chest grew heavier, and every dribble felt more difficult. Although the score was still being held together by the forwards, Xu Fanming already knew deep down. In this scrimmage, at least on the psychological front, they had lost to Yangsheng. After his third hand-check foul, Xu Fanming caught a rare expression of concern on Fang Ruihan’s face. He was…- 160.3 K • Ongoing
- "Who’s that tall guy, number 10?" "That dunk was insane!" "I think his name is… He Jiang!" The gym buzzed with excited voices. Gradually, a few cheers even started to rise in support of Qinghuo. Pan Yuan looked at the backs of her teammates on the court and finally let out a slow breath. After getting crushed by Yangsheng in one wave after another, the whole team had been downcast. Xu Fanming’s foul had only made things worse. He Jiang’s basket had broken that deadlock and lifted the…
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- During halftime, the entire team sat in silence. Captain Fang Ruihan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel. When he looked up again, his face was serious. He spoke to the players huddled around him. "Rebounds are the key." Xu Fanming looked up. Zhu Xuyao put down his water bottle. Fang Ruihan continued his breakdown. "If we want to break through Yangsheng, we have to go through No. 9. He’s the core of their whole team. Just now, He Jiang’s tip-in worked well. It helped put pressure…
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- The whistle sounded. The basketball shot into the air. The game had begun. Just as the ball reached its peak and was about to fall, two hands flew upward, slicing through the air, shadows trailing behind them as they stretched higher and higher. The opening jump ball was crucial. It didn’t just determine which team would gain the first possession. It marked who would seize the early advantage, who would land the first psychological blow. Fang Ruihan gritted his teeth and thrust his hand up…
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- He Jiang brought Xu Fanming to a high-end dessert shop that specialized in handcrafted milk tea and sweets. The menu offered a wide variety of flavors. He Jiang tapped quickly on the tablet, ordering one milk tea and one dessert. Then he handed the tablet over to Xu Fanming. Xu Fanming scrolled through it casually, only to be stunned. A single cup of caramel milk tea cost fifty-four yuan. This one outing was going to cost him five days’ worth of meal money. Seeing the panic on Xu Fanming’s face,…
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- By the time He Jiang got back to his apartment, he was drenched in sweat. It had been a long time since he’d played a game that satisfying. He closed the door behind him, walking toward the bathroom as he unbuttoned his shirt, tossing his dirty clothes to the floor along the way. After showering, still wrapped in a faint mist of steam, He Jiang came out of the bathroom. He carefully smoothed out his No. 10 jersey and hung it on the rack by the wardrobe. Then, he sat down on the sofa and stared at…
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As he emptied the bowl filled with porridge, Woo furrowed his brow. If they were going to mix in powder, they could have at least made it less obvious. But every time the spoon reached his mouth, the bitter granules tormented his tongue. They hadn’t even tried to hide it. Likely because they knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse it anyway. “Tea to cleanse the palate.” Once Woo finished his meal, Yeonjin slid a teacup toward him. Ever since he had shielded her, Yeonjin had acted more gently.…- 125.4 K • Ongoing
- For some reason, the boy’s hand felt unusually large that night. Woo found it a quiet relief. Perhaps his delayed growth had finally begun. Comforted by the thought, he let out a soft breath and slipped back into sleep. It was a good dream. Or at least, Woo believed so. Caught in Woo’s grasp, Kang Oh couldn’t bring himself to move. Every time he tried to gently lower the hand, Woo stirred. In truth, Woo had always been sensitive by nature. Even when sleeping on the finest silk bedding, he would…
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- Seunghan knew Kang Oh was far too rigid to ever unravel something like romantic feelings. In his view, the third disciple was the type to spend his whole life tending to trees and polishing swords until he died. Yuun, despite Kang Oh’s consistent demeanor, still seemed uneasy about Jinrang’s favoritism and kept a close eye on the youngest disciple… The alcohol was hitting Kang Oh faster than usual. That was why he ended up walking around, picking flowers himself instead of heading back…
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- By the time he made his way toward Ilwondang, Kang Oh was still chewing over the emotions he had felt during the afternoon walk with Woo. His mood had grown more unsettled. He was someone who rarely showed emotion, but the slight furrow in his brow was enough for those around him to assume that something unpleasant must have happened. Ilun, leader of the Honamdan, didn’t bother to hide his guess and cautiously asked, “Shall we return instead?” “What for?” Still unable to shake…
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