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"I remember there wasn't any water on this chair just now."
After all, he had just hired Ding Sihan to try to harm Lin Li. How could Bai Bufan not realize that someone as petty as Lin Li was very likely to retaliate?
That was why he had been so cautious when he entered.
When he pulled out the chair and sat down earlier, his movements had looked smooth, but Bai Bufan had specifically glanced at the seat while pulling it out. Only after confirming there was no water did he sit down while holding the backrest.
—He held the backrest to stop Lin Li from pulling the chair away the instant he sat down.
Yet he had still fallen for it.
"Could it be my sweat?"
With that thought, Bai Bufan touched his butt, then brought his wet fingers to his nose and sniffed them before smiling in relief.
"It's pee. I was wondering how a player like Lin Li, who isn't a champion but merely a runner-up, could make me sweat."
Then Bai Bufan touched his butt again, and his expression changed drastically.
"Aigoo, I even got the shit beaten out of me!"
Chen, Ding, Qu: "?"
What the hell was he babbling about?
"Insulting Bin again." Lin Li looked solemn. "I really like something Brother Bin said: a professional player's passport is a book filled with regrets. Compared to Saint Gun, this farce should be over. The difference in caliber is obvious."
"What a reversal of heaven and earth." Bai Bufan laughed and cursed as he wiped the chair.
Your mother's a bitch.
There were tissues on the table, but he insisted on using the jacket hanging on his chair. What a bastard.
"You weren't watching the matches last night, were you? Anyone who can still