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To tell you the truth, Wang Ming at this moment looked quite disheveled. He was wearing a t-shirt that was dirtier than something you'd find in a trash can – it was stained and wrinkled. Even from afar, you could smell the stench of sweat emanating from him.,At that moment, a black ball fell out of the pocket of the garment, making a sound in the silent little room.,In less than three minutes, he finished a large plate of fried rice and, after patting his belly contentedly, leisurely went back.。

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