Wang Datou had been acting a bit strange lately. Yan An glanced at Wang Chuqin, who was sitting nearby and giggling foolishly at his phone.
"What are you looking at?" Yan An leaned over, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was so funny.
"Ahem, Brother An, it's nothing. Is it my turn?" Wang Chuqin hastily put away his phone, grabbed his racket, and stood up.
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