The days after the Games are still bustling and noisy.

Seven or eight boys were sitting around a locker by the window, engaged in some kind of human confusion contest in full swing.

A good man with strong blood pulled his short sleeves to his shoulders, revealing his contrasting arms unique to summer, and he was hysterical and dancing his teeth and claws at a half-full mineral water bottle.

Those who don't know it think that Voodoo has crossed the ocean and is being dementored by a group of unmentored people in some international metropolis on the other side

"My Life as a Tokyo Voice Actor" Chapter 11 You are the worst I have ever taught It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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