Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 105 The Vinegar Jar Explosion (7K)

Liu Zimu was woken up by his phone vibrating the next morning.

It wasn't as simple as a tremor or two; it felt like someone was drilling into the bedside table with an electric drill.

He squinted and reached over; the screen already had 99+ unread messages.

I squinted and clicked in; at the top was Pei Zhufa's message.

Article 1: [Jing Eun-bi is cute? You praised another woman as cute in front of the camera?]

She also included a screenshot of a video showing Liu Zimu standing at the entrance of GFRIEND's practice room, looking at Jung Eunbi. The video's subtitles were displayed at the bottom, with a large head effect: "Wow! Kawaii!"

[Liu Zimu, you're dead meat! Do you think I'm blind?]

[And what's with the way Jung Ye-rin looks at you? That adoration! Why doesn't she look at her company president like that?]

[And those lyrics, "My heart starts to flutter today?" Explain yourself clearly.]

[Hey!! Liu Zimu!]

Are you asleep?

[You dare to sleep?! If I don't lock you up and only watch me, I'm not Bae Joo-hyun.]

More than ten more messages followed, ranging from threats to coquetry to talking to oneself.

The last message was sent at 3 AM: "I can't sleep, it's all your fault."

Liu Zimu put his phone face down on the bed and stared at the ceiling for three seconds.

Hey!

That yandere has come out again.

Then came news about Park Chae-young, which was also a long list.

The first post was a selfie, with her face close to the camera, her eyes wide open, her lips pouting, and her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.

Caption: [Oppa, am I cute? Jung Eunbi is very cute, but don't you think I'm pretty cute too?]

She posted another picture, this time a full-body shot. She was standing in front of a full-length mirror in her dorm room, wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt and black skinny jeans, which made her legs look very long.

Caption: [Oppa, my legs aren't that short, are they?]

The third picture shows a different pose; the person is standing sideways with their hand on their waist, which accentuates their curves.

[And I have great proportions, so you can see this secretly all to yourself.]

In the fourth picture, she is sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed, tilting her head to look at the camera, smiling and showing a row of teeth.

Oppa, say something!

Seven or eight selfies followed, taken from various angles and with various expressions. Some were making heart shapes with their hands, others were winking. The last one was of her lying in bed, with the blanket pulled up to her chin, revealing only her face and long blonde hair.

Caption: [Oppa, I'm going to sleep now, but I won't be able to sleep if you don't reply.]

Liu Zimu tossed her phone onto the pillow, turned over, buried her face in the pillow, but couldn't fall asleep.

Im Yoona sent him a message: 【(—)......You scumbag!】

He could understand Bae Joo-beom's madness; it was normal for a yandere to act that way. Park Chae-young joining in the fun and the restless little sister was also to be expected.

But you, Lim Yoona, are a scheming and manipulative woman. Did I cheat on you?

I picked up my phone and continued watching.

Sunny only posted one message: "Friend, I'm the cutest member of Girls' Generation, and you didn't even say I'm cute!"

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Kim Ye-rin posted her cutest photo: 【Oppa! I'm angry! You dance so well, and you were even pretending while dancing with us. And just between you and me, unnie is jealous! You're in trouble!】

Kim Ji-won: [Goblin, I've been busy filming lately. I'll come see you when I get back. Your dancing in the video was really beautiful.]

After reading it, I realized that the person who should have sent the message the most didn't.

Choi Sulli.

She said she went to find Lee Ji-eun last night, but she didn't come back.

Liu Zimu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could finally have a peaceful night.

Looking back now, I realize I let my guard down too soon.

The quieter she is, the bigger the problem becomes.

Choi Sulli has now evolved to a higher level; she doesn't make a fuss or go crazy anymore, but Liu Zimu knows she must have seen it.

She just didn't send a message.

When I get back tonight, I'll settle the score all at once.

Liu Zimu sat up, scratched his hair, which turned into a mess.

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I read them one by one.

I picked up my phone and read Bae Joo-hyun's message again, then replied with: 【Being silly all day after waking up early.】

Bae Joo-hyun replied instantly: 【Liu Zimu, so you're not dead?】

It will be soon.

What does "almost there" mean? Are you sick? Where does it hurt?

Liu Zimu stared at the line of text on the screen. Pei Zhufa's tone changed from questioning to worry in a very quick manner, which sent chills down his spine.

[I'm not sick, it's just that you guys are making me noisy.]

【Hey! Who disturbed you? Was it Jung Eun-bi or Jung Ye-rin who messaged you? Or maybe Park Chae-young?】

Liu Zimu did not reply.

Bae Joo-hyun posted another message: [I knew it! What did she send you? A selfie?]

Send me her selfie, I want to see what she can do!

Liu Zimu closed Pei Zhufa's chat window directly; this was his last act of defiance.

On Park Chae-young's end, he replied: "Your legs aren't short, okay?"

Park Chaeyoung replied instantly: 【Really? Then who has longer legs, me or Kim Sojung sunbaenim?】

Liu Zimu didn't reply. Aren't you just humiliating yourself?

She posted another picture, this time wearing athletic shorts with the legs rolled up high, revealing a large section of her skin that was dazzlingly white.

Oppa, look at this!

Liu Zimu took a deep breath and replied with three words: "You win."

Park Chaeyoung posted a long string of "hahahahaha," followed by: "Oppa, you're the best! I'm in such a good mood today, thank you."

Another one: [Oppa, if you think it looks good, I'll let you touch it next time, hehe.]

Liu Zimu threw her phone onto the bed, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

The cold water splashed on my face cleared my head a little.

He looked at himself in the mirror; his hair was messy, and he had dark circles under his eyes.

When he finished editing and uploading the video last night, it was almost 1 a.m. Choi Sulli hadn't come back yet. He lay alone on the empty bed for a long time before finally falling asleep.

The video edited by the system is so good that it even included parts that shouldn't have been edited in.

His "kawaii" was made into a big head filter, and Jung Eun-bi's face in the picture was as red as an apple.

The comments section has exploded.

Someone captured Jung Ye-rin's expression and made it into an emoji, while someone combined Jung Eun-bi's shy expression with "kawaii" to say to her.

Some people even edited together a clip of Rosé making a heart shape with his hands at a concert with this scene, captioning it: "Who exactly is this man?"

He thought it was quite interesting when he sent it out last night, but now he just feels overwhelmed.

I dried my face, changed my clothes, went downstairs, and ran to the coffee shop.

He sat behind the bar and glanced at the video on his phone.

The video has been viewed over 1.3 million times and received over 70,000 likes.

The most upvoted comment was: "President, how many more girl groups are you going to ruin?"

Someone replied below: [So far: Red Velvet, Girls' Generation, BLACKPINK, GFRIEND, who's next?]

Someone else chimed in: "I bet on TWICE."

Below that: [I bet MAMAMO0.]

Another person commented: "Didn't you guys notice that the club president danced really well this time?"

The comments section was a complete mess.

After reading the message, Liu Zimu placed his phone face down on the table and turned on the coffee grinder to grind the coffee beans.

The buzzing sound drowned out everything.

Li Zhenxi and Liu Zhenghua hadn't arrived yet; he was the only one in the shop.

He ground the beans, pressed them into powder, extracted the oil, frothed the milk, and made himself a latte.

I picked it up and took a sip; it was scalding hot and bitter.

My phone vibrated again.

He thought it was Bae Joo-beom or Park Chae-young, but when he picked it up, he saw it was Kim Thu-ji.

[Oppa! You're dead! Hahahaha...]

It was followed by more than a dozen emojis.

Guess what Joo-hyun's expression is?

Sulli unnie messaged me, and she just asked four words: "Did you watch the video?"

Oppa, you might have to kneel on a keyboard tonight. Wait, you don't have a keyboard, so kneel on coffee beans instead.

Liu Zimu replied, "Tonight, you're not going home until you've washed all the cups."

Golden Autumn: [Oppa, I was wrong. I'm still a child. I should go home and sleep early...]

There were quite a few customers in the shop, and many of them looked at him strangely.

By evening, the lovely Autumn was being bossed around by him.

The little girl pouted, looking aggrieved.

This delighted the fans who came to see Qiu Tian.

These two siblings are hilarious.

A flurry of activity ensued.

Suddenly, the wind chimes by the door rang.

Choi Sulli came in first.

He wore his black wool coat open, revealing a beige turtleneck sweater and black skinny jeans underneath.

She stopped at the counter, put her bag inside, and glanced around the store; there were quite a few customers.

"Oppa".

Her voice wasn't loud, really not loud.

Liu Zimu was frothing milk when he glanced up at her and asked, "What brings you here?"

"How much money did you make?" she asked as she walked around the bar and opened a drawer to refurbish her apron.

Liu Zimu's hand trembled, almost sending the milk foam flying: "Hey! Choi Jin-ri, what are you doing?"

"Help me." Choi Sulli put on the apron with practiced ease, as if it were her first time, and turned to walk towards the guests at table number three.

The customer recognized her and took a picture with his phone.

She didn't dodge; as she bent down to collect the empty cup, she smiled at the camera, a gentle and polite smile, as if she were filming a commercial.

"I'm here to help out with Senior Qiutian, you have to keep it a secret."

The guests were thrilled, but they didn't know if they had actually believed it.

Jin Qiutian's eyes darted around, and he followed her around, helping out and covering for her.

Liu Zimu stood behind the bar, his lips twitching several times, before finally managing to utter, "Damn it."

This woman is getting more and more audacious. If it weren't for Jin Qiutian being there, she probably wouldn't have been able to escape this scandal.

The wind chimes rang again.

Sulli looked up and saw it, then smiled and called out, "Jie-eun unnie, find yourself a place to sit!"

Lee Ji-eun stood at the door, her white down jacket pulled down to her chin, revealing only her small face covered by a mask.

She took off her mask, glanced around the store, and her gaze landed on Choi Sulli: "I asked you to wait for me, and you actually look quite presentable in an apron."

Seeing that Choi Sulli and Kim Qiu-tian were busy, she walked to the bar, placed a card on the counter, and pushed it towards them with her finger: "Give me a cup of hot milk first, I've been exhausted these past few days."

"Where did you go?" Liu Zimu picked up the card, swiped it, and handed it back.

"I just got back from Bangkok a couple of days ago." Lee Ji-eun looked up at him, took the card, and put it back in the inner pocket of her down jacket. "I'm going to Taipei again on the 22nd."

You're such a rich girl, I'd love to be your sugar daddy!

Liu Zimu certainly wouldn't dare say that.

The commotion they made naturally triggered a chain reaction.

Customers started gathering around the bar, but at least they had some basic manners and didn't crowd around; they just held up their phones and took pictures from a distance.

Choi Sulli came around from behind with a tray, placed a glass of hot milk on the bar, and whispered in Lee Ji-eun's ear, "Ji-eun unnie, why don't you go upstairs and sit down? There's a small private room there, it used to be my and Oppa's bedroom. I have to go to work, the customers are waiting."

Lee Ji-eun came to the photo wall and looked at it.

She saw the group photo of the four of them.

She and Goo Hara stood on either side of Liu Zimu, while Jin Qiutian squeezed in front, making a peace sign.

She looked around the wall again.

In the very center is a photo of Liu Zimu and Cui Xueli, with Bae Joo-hyun's solo photo next to hers, and below that is a group photo of the five of them.

And there's Park Chae-young and his photo.

She looked at him for two seconds, then turned her head and looked at Liu Zimu.

"Oppa, your dance video with Qiu Tian is getting verified, why don't you come and dance with me to get it verified? You and Qiu Tian are really popular now, people were watching when I was in Bangkok. Could you do me a favor?"

Jin Qiutian, who was initially hesitant to disturb her, immediately rushed over upon hearing this, her voice trembling with excitement: "Ji-eun unnie, are you serious?"

"Senior Qiu Tian," Lee Ji-eun called out, her tone almost like she was calling her own younger sister. She shifted her body to the side, "It's been several days since we last met. Come over here and let me see you."

Jin Qiutian took two steps forward and stood next to her, looking very nervous.

Liu Zimu and Cui Xueli exchanged a glance. This silly girl.

Lee Ji-eun reached out and pinched her face, turning it left and right as if checking if the fruit was fresh: "You've lost some weight, and your face is too small. You'll look even better on camera."

Jin Qiutian's face turned so red it could boil an egg, and her lips trembled several times before she managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Unnie, you're still the prettiest!"

Lee Ji-eun smiled, let go of her hand, and took an album out of her bag.

Jin Qiutian took it and turned it over to take a look.

The album cover features a handwritten message: 【Autumn Sunny, Fighting! —IU】

"Senior Qiu Tian, ​​I hope you like it!" Lee Ji-eun said casually.

Jin Qiutian clutched the album, her hands trembling: "Unnie, can you please stop calling me Qiutian-senpai? I'm so embarrassed! It's all Oppa's fault for giving me such a random name."

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Liu Zimu peeked out from behind the bar and glanced at the autograph on the album cover: "Hey! Golden Autumn, you've got some nerve, haven't you?"

Lee Ji-eun chuckled softly upon hearing this, gently ruffling Jin Qiutian's hair. Her tone remained tender and doting as she spoke casually, "Oppa has always been biased, but it's okay, I've always been very fair."

Her eyes crinkled as she spoke, her smile gentle and harmless, but to Jin Qiutian, it carried an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"Autumn, you'd better keep a close eye on your club president, or his wife will get jealous."

Jin Qiutian didn't realize the meaning behind those words, but Cui Xueli raised an eyebrow and glanced at Li Zhi'en without making a sound.

Lee Ji-eun smiled and pulled Kim Qiu-tian to the center of the cafe: "Thank you everyone for liking our Qiu-tian sunbaenim! I'm such a cute little sister!"

The guests were overjoyed, took many photos, and then left satisfied, organized by the coffee shop staff.

Jin Qiutian and her idol suddenly became much closer.

Lee Ji-eun tilted her head and looked at him for a few seconds, then leaned forward on the bar counter, rubbing her sleeve against the counter surface, and scrutinized Liu Zimu.

His gaze fell on Choi Sulli: "Sulli, your man just forced me to do this, you can't just ignore it."

Choi Sulli came over with a tray, put the empty cups in the sink, and said without looking up, "Why should I force you? You took the photos with Qiu Tian yourself, and my man has nothing to do with you. Are you trying to steal him by acting all cute?"

Liu Zimu turned off the coffee machine with a dark expression and came out from behind the bar.

"Let's go upstairs. What would you like to eat? Qiu Tian will get it for you. By the way, are you at the company tomorrow? Qiu Tian and I will come over to find you."

Lee Ji-eun was overjoyed and leaned back against the bar: "Really?"

Liu Zimu nodded and then went to the storage room.

"Oppa!" Kim Qiu-tian caught up with him and grabbed his sleeve. "Tomorrow, are we really going to find Ji-eun unnie to film a video?"

Liu Zimu pulled his sleeve out of her hand. "Isn't this what you wanted most? Why are you chickening out now that you have the chance?"

Jin Qiutian shook her head, then nodded, stammering, "But..."

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"But what but?" Choi Sulli walked out from behind the bar, stood behind Kim Qiu-ti, put her hand on her shoulder, leaned closer and whispered, "Qiu-ti, you're the store's mascot, let's share your good luck, unnie can come tomorrow too, okay?"

"Unnie, please stop making fun of me!"

Liu Zimu couldn't stand it anymore: "Zhenli, if you keep adding to the drama, she's going to cry from excitement."

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you at the company at 7 PM tomorrow night. See you there!" Lee Ji-eun finished the last sip of milk and put the cup back on the bar.

She glanced at Choi Sulli standing behind the bar as a cashier and couldn't help but laugh: "Sulli, you look like you're shooting a magazine cover in that apron."

"Of course." Choi Sulli put the change into the drawer and closed it. "This is my own coffee shop, how can I not dress nicely?"

Lee Ji-eun wrapped the scarf tightly around her neck and patted Kim Qiu-ti's shoulder before leaving: "Qiu-ti, see you tomorrow. My place is spacious enough that you can dance whatever you want, unlike your president who bullies you like this."

Jin Qiu nodded vigorously: "Yes! Take care, unnie."

The wind chimes rang once, and the door closed.

Lee Ji-eun's figure disappeared outside the glass window; her white down jacket was quite eye-catching in the night, but she couldn't be seen after getting into the car.

Choi Sulli untied her apron and hung it back on the hook on the wall, then walked over and stood next to Liu Zimu.

He shook his head as he watched Lee Ji-eun's retreating figure.

When she got home that night, Choi Sulli locked the door the moment she closed it.

It wasn't one of those locks you could just twist casually; it was one that, after two turns, clicked twice and locked completely.

Liu Zimu paused in changing his shoes: "Why are you locking the door?"

"I'm afraid you'll run away." Choi Sulli kicked off her shoes, walked barefoot to the center of the living room, turned on the TV, bent down to pick up her phone, and connected it via Bluetooth.

Choi Sulli swiped the screen a few times and then placed her phone face down on the coffee table.

As the intro began, six beautiful women appeared on the television screen.

Liu Zimu recognized the song; it was Apink's "NoNoNo".

"Truth, what are you doing?"

"Dancing, huh?" She turned to face him, tilted her head, and let her ponytail sway over her shoulder. "I told Qiutian to practice hard today so we can use it in the video tomorrow. And for now, I'll practice with you first."

Before she finished speaking, she had already started moving to the rhythm.

He raised his right hand and waved it twice, while his left hand moved in coordination with the twisting of his waist.

The movements were not large, but each beat was perfectly timed.

Liu Zimu leaned against the entryway cabinet, his hands in his pockets, and didn't move.

Choi Sulli didn't stop. She took a step forward, raised her hands above her head and clapped them, then turned her body to the side, pointed her finger in Liu Zimu's direction, and hummed, "Don't worry, no no no, aren't I listening? You are my everything."

When she smiles, her eyes crinkle and reveal two rows of teeth.

Liu Zimu leaned tightly against the entryway cabinet, trying to slack off like he did in the practice rooms at SM and YG.

Choi Sulli didn't give him a chance. She stopped in front of him, reached out and grabbed his hoodie sleeve, pulling it forward.

"Why are you hiding? It's not like you haven't been to these occasions before. Aren't people online saying you're a female idol magnet? And now you're starting to get shy?"

"Who harvested it? Haven't I always been just there to set off autumn?"

"Then come on over. The basic courtesy of being a supporting character is to interact with the guests." Choi Sulli said matter-of-factly, pulling him to the center of the living room and taking a half step back herself. "You are Park Chorong now. Put your hands on your forehead, like this."

She raised her right hand to her forehead, palm facing outward, and then swayed her hips from side to side, making them very round.

Liu Zimu tried to do it once.

He raised his right hand, covering half of his face.

Choi Sulli burst out laughing when she saw his expression.

She laughed so hard she bent over, hands on her knees, her ponytail hanging down in front of her shoulders: "Oppa, you're hopeless, hahaha!"

"You, as the instructor, are still laughing during the lesson? That's a problem with your teaching attitude, isn't it?"

"It's not your fault, I just didn't expect your upper and lower body to move separately, hahaha." After laughing for a while, she straightened up, wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Let's do it again, but don't be so stiff."

The second time, Liu Zimu let go.

The upper body is still a bit uncoordinated, but at least it sways along.

Choi Sulli stopped laughing and adjusted her movements to match his rhythm.

The two of them bounced around in the middle of the living room for more than twenty minutes. When the music ended, Liu Zimu leaned back on the sofa, panting.

Choi Sulli turned off the music, pulled a tablet out from under the coffee table, and swiped her fingers a few times: "Next song."

"What? Again?"

"I learned 'Mr.' from Hara Unnie before, and I haven't forgotten it much after all these years." She turned up the volume on her tablet.

A more rhythmic prelude begins.

Liu Zimu is also familiar with this song; it's an old one.

That hip-wiggling move is so classic, but recognizing it quickly doesn't mean you can do it well.

When Choi Sulli demonstrated, her back curves created a smooth arc, and the movement from her waist to her hips was like a continuous wave.

She did it smoothly and naturally, as if her body was naturally going to move like that.

Liu Zimu copied the model exactly.

As a result, the waist is the waist, the hips are the hips, each moving independently, as if the middle is disconnected.

Sulli burst out laughing halfway through.

He knelt on the floor, his forehead pressed against the sofa cushion, his shoulders shaking violently, laughing so hard he couldn't make a sound.

"Oppa, please, could you please stop sticking your head out and looking around?"

"You made me dance, and now you're complaining?"

"I didn't dislike you, hahaha, I just think you're hilarious." She looked up, tears of laughter still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

It was only on the fourth try that it got a little better.

She stood behind him to guide him, her arms around him and her palms on either side of his hips: "Follow my hands, first to the right, yes, then to the left."

Liu Zimu saw the reflections of two people in the glass wall of the living room.

She was focused on looking down, her bangs hanging down, and her ponytail draped over his shoulder.

His phone screen lit up, and messages from Pei Zhufa kept popping up, but he didn't bother to read them.

Choi Sulli didn't notice.

The dance lasted until midnight before it ended.

Choi Sulli didn't drink any water. She leaned lazily against the sofa, crossed her arms over her chest, and tilted her head to look at him.

"It's actually quite nice that you pretend you don't know; I'm very happy about it."

Liu Zimu shook his head. Both of them were acting, enjoying this deliberate pleasure.

Choi Sulli suddenly sat up straight: "The dance is over, now it's time to settle accounts."

Liu Zimu paused, the water glass in his hand hovering in mid-air.

"First of all, what's with the 'kawaii' part? You actually praised another woman for being cute in front of the camera?"

"My first reaction was that Ding Enfei was really cute, so I just blurted it out." Liu Zimu put her water glass on the coffee table, the bottom of the glass tapping softly on the glass. "Should I tell you you're cute now?"

"Hmph! Second mistake." Choi Sulli didn't respond to his words, but just snorted. "You were looking at other people's legs on SourceMusic today, you were looking the whole time, do you think I didn't notice? Qiu Tian said that you really like Kim So Jung's legs?"

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Liu Zimu opened his mouth.

It's autumn, no wonder you washed the cup three times today.

"The third one." Choi Sulli held up her third finger. "Your dancing is clearly not bad. You were just faking it the previous times. Even Jung Ye-rin was practically a fangirl of yours. You could lie to Qiu Tian about this, but you're lying to me too? Are you really interested in deep-fried friends?"

Liu Zimu was silent for a while: "No, I really didn't. I didn't pretend to dance. My dancing level is okay when I'm with someone who knows how, but I'm completely hopeless when I'm with someone who doesn't."

"Keep making this up."

Liu Zimu shut up.

Choi Sulli stared at him for several seconds, her lips began to curl up, then she lowered them again, her cheeks puffing out.

I couldn't help but laugh, but then I straightened up and put on a serious face again. The speed at which I switched expressions was astounding.

"So, I'm going tomorrow too. I was serious about the practice just now."

"Don't you have plans for tomorrow?"

"No, I don't have any schedule."

"truth."

"Don't call me. If I call you, do you dare answer? I'm the Golden Horn King." Choi Sulli looked at him with a smile. "You go behind my back to look at other girl group members' legs, and I'm not allowed to keep an eye on you? Also, you're not allowed to touch me tonight."

Liu Zimu quietly turned around: "Thank God!"

"Hey! What do you mean?" Choi Sulli's voice was cold.

Liu Zimu took a deep breath and quickly smiled, "I said okay, let's go together. You keep an eye on things, I'll go dancing, and Qiu Tian will go cry. Let's treat tomorrow as a happy family day, alright?"

Choi Sulli stared at him for two seconds, then stretched out her right hand, making a shooting gesture with her thumb and forefinger, and aimed it at his chest.

"What did you just say?"

Tomorrow is Family Day.

"At least you know who your girlfriend is!"

Liu Zimu watched her walk towards the bathroom, her ponytail swaying on her shoulder, humming the song "NoNoNo" she had just practiced.

She hummed a few lines, then suddenly stopped and glanced back at him.

"By the way, Oppa, remember to dress nicely tomorrow. Can you not wear that outfit? It's so embarrassing."

Liu Zimu glanced at his phone: "No!"

Because Pei Zhufa sent him six more messages.

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