Cute, give me some
In a Chinese and foreign competition, Team S had fought their way out. This time, they were the champions.
Whether it was the audience in the stadium or the audience outside the stadium, everyone was cheering.
The next second, the MVP's face appeared on the big screen.
The man held the trophy and tilted his head slightly to the microphone in the host's hand. His eyes were fixed on the camera, and his magnetic voice echoed throughout the audience.
“The winner is king。”
The winner was king.
We are the winners, and China is the king.
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One night, Shen Qi called Memorial.
"Hello? Commemoration."
The other side was silent for a while. Shen Qi was about to continue with a memorial when he spoke.
"How much?"
Shen Qi: "???"
How much?
"What are you talking about?" Shen Qi frowned and asked.
"So you're not here to borrow money." Memorial took a deep breath as if it was important.
"Why did you say that I came to borrow money?" Shen Qi asked.
Shen Qi heard the door close on the other end of the phone. Then, he answered," Usually, when people who haven't contacted you for a long time suddenly call, 90% of them are here to borrow money."
Shen Qi was speechless.
I said what I wanted to in the first chapter, but truly, this work will surpass Abdul-Zill someday.