The Maknae Has to Be an Idol - Chapter 138

The world of basketball is full of passion and will.

This is a game between men and men, a collision of muscles and a contest of skills.

Zhang Jun, who came through time, picked up his previous dream and embarked on his own basketball path.

“Hello, I’m Zhang Jun, and I will become a legend.”

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Who will judge right and wrong, and who will comment on merits and demerits?

In this life, I don’t want to follow the rules, I just want to do whatever I want.

Hold the secret in your hand, watch me domineering.

————I am Zuo Xiaoduo, and I do not take the usual path.

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In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”

When a traverser mistakenly thought that he had crossed the back of Britain in the 1980s, and when he was suffering from childhood, he would eventually sink into the darkness in repentance, and a strange and familiar admission notice would light up his life.

But when he came into contact with the deeper darkness, did he choose to stay away from the abyss or jump into it without hesitation?

”You wait, I will be back soon.”

On the fifth floor of the St. Mungo Hospital, he finally firmly held her pale hand.

This is a story of biting teeth, even a liar that you can lie, and struggles repeatedly in pain and tenderness.

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