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Watching the large hurdles gradually being dismantled, mounted on a truck to be taken away, the hearts of the comrades from the North felt as if drenched by a torrential downpour.
The Liaoning Squadron's Teng stood up and looked around.
"Who the hell is this despicable?!"
People around him who were seen by him didn't seem happy either.
"Why are you looking at us? We didn't even practice?"
Everyone, hearing this, came back to their senses and began looking at the teams from Jiangxi and Guizhou who hadn't practiced, sneering at them.
"Heh, these guys are really damn nasty. What's the point of doing this? Instead of practicing themselves, they wait until we're finished to report us. Using such petty tricks instead of spending the time to improve their strength!"
"Right! A hurdle only costs a second or two, how could that gap be so easily closed?"
