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... has to confirm once again whether this football is his football.

He turned the football over, and near the valve core, there was an English word written with a black oily pen: "WHO".

But here does not mean "who", but took the homonym of Hu Lai's own surname.

Hu and "WHO" are pronounced similarly.

Hu Lai expressed this as his own football in this euphemistic way.

Why not write "HU" directly?

Because Hu Lai did not find it interesting enough-he thought of ...

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