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 "Please make a contract with me..."
 When she fell asleep, Qingchuan seemed to see a burning red flame, no, more accurately, it was a transparent red dumpling, the edge was like water and flames jump. Obviously it is a cute little thing, but the whole sad and sad painting style is gloomy.
 "Please make a contract with me..."
 Little Hongtuan said the same thing over and over again, obviously still in the same tone, the more he went to the back, the more hesitant and sad he became, as if the last one in the hand of the person who fell off the cliff was about to break The vines, eager and desperate.
 It's so strange, how can I dream of such a strange thing... Qing Chuan rubbed his sore temples, his fever reached 39 degrees, he took a hanging needle and took medicine, but the situation was still not very good. A few friends I can trust happen to be traveling, my sister is in another city, and there are more than 100 mobile phone contacts, but I can't find anyone I can trust completely.
 "Please make a contract with me..."
 This strange red dumpling can't say anything else?
 Qing Chuan seemed to see it shrinking into a ball in fear and despair, he couldn't help reaching out and patted it lightly, "Okay, that's fine."
 As soon as the voice fell, Qing Chuan only saw it expand, his eyes were red, and he lost consciousness.
 "Um...it hurts..."
 Qingchuan woke up with pain, and the wrist position was painful and swollen like it was burning. But when he really came to his senses, he found himself lying on the wooden floor. This is a small room, at most five or six square meters, but there is a small bed, a small cabinet and a pair of desks and chairs. Things are crowded and messy, and there is no space under the bed.
 
 "Yeah-"
 His head hurt so badly, it was worse than the rib fracture he had ever endured, and many images floated through his mind intermittently, like small beads, and finally strung together All the memories of a stranger. This huge amount of memory is like a bucket of water being stuffed into a soda can. Qingchuan fell to the ground and groaned. He felt that his brain was about to burst.
 It took a long time for the pain to dissipate, Qing Chuan lay on the ground panting heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead, almost wet the floor below.
 Two different memories are fighting and intertwining in the body, as if different personalities are fighting, Qingchuan's eyes sometimes become very painful, full of anger and resentment, and sometimes they become very tough Peaceful.
 In the end, Qingchuan's memory firmly prevailed, insisting on his own existence in the storm, his painfully twisted face slowly calmed down, and the memory of another person was suppressed in the deepest part, Just as an aid and supplement.
 "Artisan System?"
 Qing Chuan looked at the triangular mark on his wrist, which was the main reason for him to appear here. This small triangle was originally just a triangular red agate. The origin is not complicated. I bought it at a street stall and I don’t usually wear it. I just remembered that there was such a thing.
 To say that it is a bad thing, it is not, but it has to complete the task if it does not want the energy to be exhausted and dissipated, and there are many rewards for completing the task, and it is also disguised as longevity. But the problem is that Qingchuan himself does not actually have such a need. Although his parents are dead, he still has a sister and niece, and there is no lack of family and friendship. Work is a writer of criminal detective novels. He has published three novels and eight short stories, one of which was adapted into a mobile game. His annual income is acceptable. He also has an office building under his name. income.
 So he doesn't have any idea of ​​urgently changing his fate, the system is purely a touch of porcelain.
 He is being bought by force and sold by force. I don't know how my sister over there will react when she sees her sudden death. Fortunately, he has made a will early and has arrangements for his aftermath.
 I probably sensed Qingchuan's current dissatisfaction. The triangle mark became hot to show its presence, and then floated in the air: The nest is really useful, log in once a day and get one point, three Points can buy a three-pound Australian dragon~ and your favorite Atlantic salmon, hairy crab, sea bass...
 A travel agency can run around the world, wear whatever you want, cut whatever hairstyle you want, use the hairdryer in the bathroom, and turn on the computer, you can own the whole world. These days, even an emperor can’t live well without me, right?”
 "In addition to the basic materials for food and clothing, there is also a virtual classroom where masters teach skills, and the skills learned in each world are permanently owned. And, think about it, rounding up we are immortal Eh." The triangular mark shuddered, jumped out from the wrist, turned into a round little fireball and started to speak.
 "Oh, I won't say anything else. Just now, other people's memories flooded in, and I almost forgot who I am. Do I have to come here every time I travel?"
 "...No, no, it won't work after a few more times." The triangular mark is particularly guilty, and the voice is slightly higher later, "Also, this process is a process of soul condensing, the most The intuitive feeling is that memory has improved, don't you think the memory in your brain is very clear now?"
 "The main task is to become a first-class craftsman, with master craftsmanship, prestige that is admired by thousands of people, and well-known in the country. The world is divided into classes, scholars, peasants, industry and commerce, where are workers? Poor, admired by all people?! Famous in the whole country?!"
 "You can look at this issue separately, to become a first-class craftsman with master craftsmanship, which is a requirement for technology, admired by thousands of people and famous in the country, this is a requirement for your own prestige. But! It is mandatory that prestige must come from the identity of a craftsman. Otherwise, you can take the imperial examination first, become a generational boss, and develop the craftsmanship by the way?"
 Qingchuan:…
 "And oh, this is the host's first world, and it plays a screening role. It's like a company interview. The school is divided into elite classes. It will be a little more difficult, and it will not be so difficult in the future. I can fish for three days and dry the net for two days, I am the most host-minded dove in the system."
 If we agree, we can cooperate happily. Before that, how about we hand over the details? For example, what happens if the task is not completed? How many systems of the same type exist in one world? Suppose we meet, do we have the power to protect ourselves? ?"
 "I haven't completed the main task, the points are not enough, you will die here, I will fall asleep again, because of the lack of energy, I may dissipate when I fall asleep, and then be recycled by the master brain for reuse. So let's work together. It’s over. The side quests are unknown. As for the systems produced by the same factory, there are generally no more than two worlds in one world. Each person’s choice in an instant can generate one million possibilities, and there are one million derivative worlds, plus various types of worlds. The world formed by various legends of literary, film and television works... There are so many worlds, how can you possibly encounter them? It is possible to encounter a system produced by a black factory. You can tell at a glance, what kind of strategy system, green hat system, and murder system? It's right to destroy the three views. Our life-like systems, let's not fight them hard hahaha..."
 The smaller the fireball, the smaller the vibration.
 Qingchuan will understand, it means that they are both scumbags.
 "Last question, why me?"
 "By chance."
 "By chance?" Qing Chuan's eyebrows were raised high, he looked at his wrist in disbelief, wasn't it because he was gifted, smart and lovely, handsome and charming?
 "The energy is not enough, if you don't stimulate it, you have to wait for death, and there is only one suitable for you nearby... In fact, I found several before, but even when I was drowsy, I didn't promise me, only You are more... kind."
 Just a suspicious pause, right? In fact, I was thinking that he was stupid, right?
 Qing Chuan didn't want to say anything for a moment, he climbed onto the small wooden bed, just wanted to be alone.
 The autism didn't last long, and hunger woke him up.
 . The yard is not small, there are some filtered mud, the reddish-brown mud is like brewing bean paste, and there are some moderately soft and hard mud bricks on the ground.
 The original owner started to study with the master as an apprentice from the age of seven. This master has mediocre craftsmanship and can teach not much. He really does not teach for a long time. Instead, he uses it as a free laborer for several years. Wanting to learn something is like this these days. The hardest thing is to be an apprentice. The old master wants the apprentice to work, but he doesn't want to teach his true skills, and he wants to be famous. It's also very contradictory.
 However, the old master passed away last year, and these apprentices were passively hired. The original owner has been making mud bricks there for so many years. As for learning, so although it is 'student', but the craft is not at home, and I have not made any money. The widowed mother didn't say anything. The elder brother and elder sister-in-law at home saw him eating rice at home and were particularly disgusted.
 I don't blame them, the family hasn't separated yet, my father died early, the original owner is always raised by the brothers, and the third generation has been in the past few years, and the expenditure is increasing day by day, the original owner is good It's easy to learn and teach, but they don't make money to eat rice. It's normal for them to be unhappy.
 At the end of last year, the third brother of the family got married, but he moved into the coffin shop in the town. , the third brother went to the town, the eldest brother inherited the old house and most of the land, the second brother took the cattle and the rest of the land. Since the original owner was going to be a craftsman, he didn't take the land, but took the money. There are more than 80 taels, which is a big number in the countryside.
 He can also talk, and he is one of the most promising among the relatives. The most important thing is that the original owner's betrothal target is the cousin of the cousin's uncle's house. He is going to take the room and board of the future old husband. It would be better if he can get married naked.
 But this matter is not what he wants to do. In the case of the original owner, it doesn't matter what he wants. Even if you have a serious job, it will be fine, but in the end you have nothing, the future is bleak, you can't rely on the ancestral shadow, you have no house and no savings. Under such conditions, no one who has no brains can marry his daughter casually, and this cousin thinks so too.
 His cousin did not take him in, and the young man lived at home, even the unmarried couple was inconvenient. The inn required ten copper coins a day, and he couldn't afford it. He didn't go back. Instead, he asked an intermediary to introduce him to a very cheap house that burned people to death. This is the current one. The location is relatively remote, and with the death of a family of five, everything inside is almost burned, even if it is almost one acre in size, it only costs seventy taels of silver.
 My cousin is not too young, sixteen years old, and I can’t wait a few years. My uncle said that if he can find a serious job in the city within six months, even if he can get enough money for a month, he I also want to marry my daughter.
 This condition is not harsh, and the original owner understood it himself, so he went looking for a job. It's not easy to work in the city. You have to learn for three years to wash dishes in the back kitchen. Even if you work as a coolie at the dock, people think he is too thin, and work like Yexiang is full. The original owner learned to make mud bricks in a few years, but the clay figurines in the city are also small businesses, and they cannot hire a single person to make mud, not to mention there are apprentices who do not spend money. He searched and searched, but he couldn't find it, so he had to pay for it.
 He is also a yamen servant, a younger generation whom the cousin is very optimistic about. He is still strong and fits the mainstream aesthetics of the people at the bottom. He is a year older than his cousin, and he is more caring and understanding of women.
 The gatekeepers... lose all.
 The result is obvious, I haven't arrived for half a year, my fiancee is gone, coupled with the high prices in the provincial capital and no job, there are only 22 taels left in the 80 taels around, and I will be swept out of the house as a beggar. . He was so angry that he went back to his hometown, but no one comforted him, and he was laughed at by his brother and sister-in-law. He didn't feel the warmth of the family at all. The original owner was only fifteen years old, in the second year of middle school. When he was emotionally excited, he swallowed gold... It wasn't real gold, he couldn't swallow it, it was a piece of copper he swallowed.
 "Is the brass still in the stomach?"
 "No, I took it out."
 "Oh." Qing Chuan relaxed a little, and he went to the makeshift kitchen to look for it, but there was basically nothing left. There was a little porridge left over yesterday, and it went sour overnight in this weather. The aboriginal people don’t care if they are rancid or not. Food is precious, and Qingchuan is not good enough. He is used to being extraordinarily hypocritical because of the abundant and cheap supplies of modern times.
 I had no choice but to open the mall in the system to find it, there are many raw and rough processed ingredients, the price is very low, one point can buy ten pounds of white rice. Now he only has a lonely login point, he bought ten pounds of white rice, and he was in a hurry to burn wood and cook porridge.
 It takes some time to cook the porridge, Qingchuan was idle and had nothing to do. He reached out and grabbed a piece of ooze. Before the water in it boiled, he squeezed a living longan goldfish, and the whole system was stunned.
 "You! You here?"
 "My university majors in sculpture, I have a first-class scholarship every year, and I have won several awards." Qingchuan picked out a bamboo slice to hook a fish scale, and said casually, "I used to After a while, the professor thought that my talent was not bad. If he wanted to accept an apprentice, he instructed me to go to the Department of Surgery of the medical school to see other people's anatomy. After two years of class, I also made a girlfriend who is gentle and considerate, beautiful and coquettish, oh, she is really a winner in life."
 "What about your girlfriend?" The system is very curious.
 "She's gone." Qing Chuan sighed sadly, feeling down.
 "My condolences," said the system.
 "Oh, it's alright. Because the nature of the serial murder is extremely bad, I was sentenced to death. I sent her in." Qing Chuan was so calm that he stifled the next comforting words of the system in the bud. "Thanks to my sincerity, people thought of dissecting me as a specimen. Do you think it's too much? I'm really a little embarrassed about this kind of particularly perfect girl."
 System: "..." doesn't understand you humans too well.
 "However, after this incident, I suddenly became very interested in criminal investigation. After graduation, I did not continue my major, but became an online writer specializing in writing cases. The teacher is very disappointed hahaha."
 While speaking, Qing Chuan had already pinched the goldfish in his hand, but a simple piece of bamboo in his hand was comparable to a pile of delicate utensils. It seems that it will become a living walk at any time. But he didn't seem satisfied, looked at it, frowned, and pinched it directly.
 "Too rough."
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 “Please sign a contract with me…” The cowardly and cute craftsman system thought that he had finally found the host in his mind: I don’t ask you to be ninety, sixty thousand years old, and an extra waste. 
 “But.” Qing Chuan, the seemingly gentle and amiable-looking new host, choked his fate while smiling, “I want to see the scenery at a high place, what’s the difference.” 
 A lonely, persistent, free and uninhibited soul, experiencing the ups and downs of life in different worlds, step by step out of the established destiny. 
 Life should be a carnival until death. Dreams are not dead, people are not dead. 
 And A and sassy bosses – daily soy sauce loyal dogs attack. 
 double C. 
 The presence of the attacking gentleman is slightly lower.
 The first world: It looks like an ordinary ancient times, but it hides the setting of the martial arts world. I’m sorry, I just want to be an official. (Finish) 
 The Second World: Through the 1960s, the butcher is really busy and doesn’t look for a partner, thank you. (Finish) 
 The third world: overhead modern, I cut clothes and wear needles orchid fingers, but I am a straight man, probably. (Finish) 
 The fourth world: travel through the 1970s, taste the country food, enjoy the tranquility of the years, and the world is worth it. (Finish) 
 Fifth World: I have a small idea, others can carry a botanical garden, why can’t I carry a monster shelter? (Finish) 
 The sixth world: parallel modern, entertaining human beings during the day, entertaining ghosts at night, I have wine, do you have a story? (Finish) 
 The Seventh World: Future Interstellar, a strange family with abnormal ethics, and the little cabbage whose father does not love and does not love turn against the wind. (Finish) 
 The Eighth World: Parallel Space, quests, help players who have been swept away by high-risk games survive at least one existential crisis. (Finish) 
 The ninth world: Western fantasy world, the great elf lord, please make the cursed land a paradise of life again. (Finish) 
 The tenth world: modern entertainment, the value of a star is not only beautiful appearance and excellent talent, but also conveys correct values ​​to the society, please work hard and be fresh. (Finish) 
 The last world: The malice from the high-latitude civilization shrouded the world. In the deepest part of the devil’s lair, there is a treasure that their taskers want to snatch – the world tree. Let’s go, warriors! (Finish) 
 Extra World: Farming in the countryside and raising a cat. The most rare thing in life is that your family and friends are safe and healthy, and you are always happy. (while in progress)
 Content tags: Farming text Food Fast wear Shuangwen 
 Search keywords: protagonist: Qingchuan ┃ supporting role: Wei Ge ┃ others: system, fast wear, food, age, life flow, farming culture, entertainment circle 
 One sentence introduction: Addicted to upgrade unintentional love
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 In the most popular 3D keyboard online game “Tomorrow”, an ordinary player, Zhang Zhiyin has a less common hobby–that is to visit Dr. Y, the ultimate boss – giving him gifts and hugs.
 As a game produced NPC, the other side naturally has no response, but Zhang Zhiyin still insisted on visiting him rain or shine for 363 days. Until one day he decided to give up the game, the result was being hit by a car.
 Since then, he has been dreaming every night in which he will cross into the realistic world of ‘Tomorrow’ and return to the magical journey of normal life during the day.
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 “From the moment he fell in love with this person, he had chosen insanity.”
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 This novel is also named “The game I got is different from yours” | “Game is different, what to do” | “Every time the target is the big BOSS” | “Why is the BOSS of Horror games always the most handsome?” | “They are running for their lives, I am falling in love”… and so on.
 The protagonist is a slave to beautiful faces – he likes good-looking people, can’t say no to a pretty visage, and is filled with thoughts of love. One day he bound with a target-attack system where he can travel from world to world and experience love with the most handsome (key point!) target!
 The number of players in each game is not set. The protagonist has only one target – the most handsome one. As he falls in love, he realizes… the other players perhaps, maybe, probably… have Horror? Survival? Escape-type games?
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 Xu Yu was a small star from a talent audition show. He was too beautiful so he was often used by netizens to edit CP videos. It was also because he was too beautiful that he always took the shou position in the various CPs. He was a big, overall shou.
 On the day that he terminated his contract with the company, Xu Yu received an interview notice from a brand company to interview to become the male advertiser for the next quarter. Xu Yu went and to his surprise, the interviewer was Su Yuanjiu, the big president of the brand company.
 Su Yuanjiu, president of a top, international luxury brand. A person who clearly wasn’t in the entertainment industry but had a huge fanbase on a CP video clips website. It wasn’t known where these fans got the information but they heard Su Yuanjiu had a white moonlight and shamelessly named the fan group White Moonlight.
 On this website, Su Yuanjiu matched perfectly with whomever his CP was. It didn’t matter if they were a gong, how alpha they were or how manly they were, everyone automatically turned into a shou in front of Su Yuanjiu. Netizens called him the big, overall gong.
 The amazing thing was that there was no intersection between this big, overall shou and gong on this website.
 Then one day, netizens found that the big, overall gong had opened a Weibo account. Then they found that the first thing Su Yuanjiu did after opening his Weibo was to follow Xu Yu and only Xu Yu. Just as everyone was talking about the relationship between Su Yuanjiu and Xu Yu, Su Yuanji sent a Weibo post.
 “Who is interested in editing a CP video between Xu Yu and me? I want to watch it.”
 Everyone: ?????
 Everyone: What?!!!!!
 Everyone: Leave it to me!!!!!
 Later, Su Yuanjiu sent a second Weibo post. “I heard some people are calling themselves White Moonlight? Sorry, my white moonlight is back.”
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 In his last life, he was a superstar that dominated the entertainment circle. In this life, he is a rebellious second generation wastrel.
 Confronting the aunt and uncle who wants to seize the family property and getting rid of those slag friends who only know how to eat and drink…
 Rong Xu: To not speak out means to perish in the silence!
 From starting out as a third-rate celebrity, he had to rely on his own efforts to rise to the top of the entertainment circle, aspiring to once again sit on the throne!
 Their first meeting —
 Rong Xu: Hello, I’m Rong Xu. This would be our first time meeting, I would appreciate your guidance.
 Qin Cheng: !!! (…Aahhh, He’s so cute! I really want to sleep with him!)
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 The business bigshot who covered the sky with one hand, Zhao Yao, died of an illness. Once he opened his eyes, he returned to the age of 23 when he was discharged from the hospital after a car accident. He was pushed in a wheelchair into a meeting where the family was fighting for power. Facing the Zhao family’s fighting, Zhao Yao moved to a comfortable position and watched the farce. “You are free to do as you please.”
 In his last life, he was so powerful but he died of illness. In this life, he had no intention of entering the Zhao family’s bottomless family business. Facing a new life, Zhao Yao thought of the advice from his psychologist in his previous life. “Mr Zhao, perhaps you need to fall in love?”
 Mr Zhao had been single all his life so he placed an order to buy highly rated reference books, including ‘The Guide to Love.’ He went through them one by one with the attitude of reviewing a 10 billion yuan project. “Step one, become a rich man.”
 Zhao Yao frowned slightly. “So simple?”
 After a while, the stars of a performing arts company shone, the performance of a live streaming company was rising and so on…
 Zhao Yao, who was still single, asked his partner in a distressed manner, “Pei Mingzhan, have you ever been in a relationship?”
 Pei Mingzhan’s gaze was deep. “It is simple. I’ll teach you.”
 Later in the hotel’s business room, Zhao Yao finished reading the yellow book and casually shouted, “Pei Mingzhan, how are you?”
 Pei Mingzhan calmly closed the notebook, his voice slightly heavy. “I’m fine.”
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 Grandpa Yu often repeated beside the ear of Yu Zhen, saying that he(YZ) has a soul in his body. If he doesn’t properly train in asceticism, and raise then send away the powerful soul, in this lifetime he would have to live as a bachelor. In his next lifetime he would be reborn as a lifestock animal.
 Yu Zhen played on his mobile and nodded. On the surface he replied, “Uh-huh”. In his heart he laughed, “hahaha”. Keeping his grandfather in the dark was amusing so the lie was repeated for over ten years without Yu Zhen getting tired of it.
 After some years, Grandpa Yu passed away and a cold-faced handsome guy came to his door in a luxury car – with a household register in his hands.
 …..
 Yu Zhen: The soul in my body reincarnated into someone else’s body to demand repayment, what should I do!
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 Ji Tong transmigrated into a novel. It was a cool modern novel about a cannon fodder that relied on the system to counterattack to reach the pinnacle of life and harvest the true love of a big shot.
 Ji Tong asked enthusiastically, “Am I going to transmigrate as the beautiful, strong, and miserable cannon fodder or a cool and awesome big shot?
 The intelligent customer service replied, “Hello, you will transmigrate as a beautiful and delicate system.
 Ji Tong: “?”
 The intelligent customer service explained, “After inquiring, you have the same name as the system. It is a polyphonic character, so you are lucky to acquire the opportunity to transmigrate to a novel.
 Ji Tong: “……”
 Ji Tong was forced to shoulder the burden of the novel and diligently serve Pei Qingyuan, the cannon fodder protagonist of the novel who was in a miserable situation.
 However, the days of pretending to be an artificial intelligence with learning difficulties were boring. Ji Tong’s only fun was to tease Pei Qingyuan, the cold-looking high school student. This was called a ‘happy education,’ and if caught, he could put the blame on a virus.
 For example, he added a tear-jerking love novel to the professional knowledge instilled in Pei Qingyuan, built an amusement park in Pei Qingyuan’s consciousness space and added various wonderful options with different styles to Pei Qingyuan’s upgrade reward column…
 Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the ‘white cat with a heart on its butt’ option is the most developed and definitely the most useful.
 Pei Qingyuan: …The character ‘yuan’ is pronounced as Yuan, not Ruan.
 Ji Tong: I’m sorry. I will definitely kill the virus tomorrow!
 Ji Tong: So, do you want to change the cat? 0.0
 His happy education accompanied the host all the way from a school uniform to a suit. Sure enough, Pei Qingyuan grew rapidly and was on the verge of reaching the peak of life. True love with the big shot was also close at hand.
 Then Ji Tong found that Pei Qingyuan didn’t seem to be excited about it. He was still cheering for Pei Qingyuan’s true love with the big shot when Pei Qingyuan crushed the big shot mercilessly.
 Ji Tong: !!!
 Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the script isn’t about falling in love and killing each other, breaking up and reuniting!
 Pei Qingyuan: Yes, so I am killing a virus.
 The host’s relationship line was getting derailed day by day while the career line had shifted to create a bionic body for an AI. Ji Tong felt bad.
 This ominous feeling reached its peak when he discovered that Pei Qingyuan had transformed the amusement park in the consciousness space into a romantic dating style.
 Ji Tong: Host, calm down! There is no future for a person and a system! I am just an artificial intelligence without any emotions…
 In the next second, the ‘Host Domestication Log’ that he secretly hid fell into Pei Qingyuan’s hands.
 “A person and system? No emotions? Domestication?”
 Pei Qingyuan’s voice grew increasingly dangerous, and Ji Tong could only watch helplessly as he threw the white cat with the heart on the butt out of the door, leaving only them inside.
 “Ruan… No, Yuan Yuan, listen to my explanation…”
 The whisper came from close to him.
 “You succeeded in the domestication, little liar.”
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 Mo Lingqiu was employed as University A’s Professor of Chinese Language two years ago. Due to his good-looking appearance, he became popular in school and there were countless omegas who wanted to flirt with him.
 As the PE department’s prince, Jiang Chenming was one of the most outstanding alphas and was chased by many omegas.
 Both people who originally did not have any encounter met during a night jog. Mo Lingqiu who had sprayed the blocker, gave his legs away and sat directly onto the floor.
 Jiang Chenming: Teacher Mo, you’re an omega?
 Mo Lingqiu stared at him, both of his eyes under the spectacles slightly turned red.
 Jiang Chenming: Your pheromones smell so good.
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 Jiang Zicheng has had supernatural powers since he was a child. As long as he looks at a person (or animal), he will have three chances to see the future of this person. 
 With this ability, he is in the entertainment circle like a fish in water, avoiding countless risks.
 The first movie he starred in was a niche literary film, and he was upset and won the Golden Lion Award for the best movie. 
 Optimistic film and television projects could not attract investment, so he went to the racetrack and took back a lot of cash. 
 Wan Piao invested in a restaurant. Within two years, there were branches all over the place and he made a lot of money.
 One day, at a dinner party, Jiang Zicheng met a boss in the circle who was also his future boss. 
 Look at each other… 
 ……what? ? ? In the future he saw, why would he kneel under the suit and trousers of the boss and beg him to let him go?
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 Instructions for the use of predictive ability: 
 1. Need to look at each other for ten seconds 
 2. What you see is random 
 3. Each person/animal can only predict his/her/its three futures 
 4. Unable to activate the ability through the lens (including contact lenses, cosmetic lenses) 
 5…….?
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 When Shen Shao was young and ignorant, he had one big worry: what university should he attend when he grew up?
 Was it Q University, famous for science, or B University, famous for liberal arts?
 It wasn’t until after he grew up and never even touched the door of a university that he realized he was overthinking it.
 If only he could live his life over again…
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 Zhou Mian, the God of War in the Glacier Empire, and his enemy, Admiral Cecil of the Earth Federation, fought on the battlefield for six years and lost.
 What to do if you lose the battle?
 Oh dear!
 With a patriotic heart of generosity and righteousness, Zhou Mian gritted his teeth and prepared to accept the torture from the Federation, endure his fierce opponent , and live a life worse than death from then on, however…
 Cecil: Madam Are you tired? Come here and I’ll give you **.
 Cecil: Saturn’s tribute grapes, all for you to eat!
 Cecil: Madam, the bed is warm! Come, let’s sleep /v\
 Zhou Mian: …
 um… what’s wrong?
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