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 The Returner’s Entrance Exam (3) Translator: Geass606
 Rewriter: Slimicee, Nyamh, and WorstAsianNA
 Romantica and Treveurie were relieved by Desir’s presence; a commoner couldn’t even be considered competition.
 “Since he’s a commoner, I doubt he’s even received a proper education.” Romantica remarked. “I won’t complain though, it just means one less opponent for me. I was a bit worried about the spellsword in our group, but him being here makes everything easier.”
 Treveurie chuckled in response, “Seeing what we’re up against, I think the real struggle will be between you and me. What do you think Romantica?”
 Romantica nodded. “You’re probably right; let’s have a good competition.”
 Both of them enthusiastically shook hands, treating the test as if it was a game between two friends. While Romantica and Treveurie continued to talk with one another, Desir and Ajest silently observed their surroundings.
 Besides their group, the loud waiting room was filled with the chattering of fellow students, all anticipating the start of their own exams. After some time, an announcement resounded.
 |&nbsp;The group entrance examination event has been decided. The following information present the event’s details.
 |&nbsp;Class 10 Shadow World: Ernste Plains Race
 |&nbsp;The condition for clearing this Shadow World is to be the first person to cross the finish line. The position of the finish line is 8 kilometers away from the starting point. The use of magic is permitted; therefore, attacks between participants are also permitted. The Student Safety System has been activated for this exam, and pain will be suppressed by 80%. If a student wishes to forfeit at any time during the exam, they must simply verbally announce their resignation. Upon said verbal resignation, they will be expelled from the Shadow World. In the event of a fatal injury or attack, the receiving student will likewise be expelled from the Shadow World. Rankings from first to fourth place will be assessed at the end of the exam.
 Romantica and Treveurie perused the information regarding the Shadow World they would soon enter.
 “Man, I’m glad it’s just running,” Treveurie said. “I heard that Group 8 has to deal with trolls.”
 “It’s basically just a race isn’t it? Do we even have to fight each other?” Romantica asked.
 Desir and Ajest still waited in silence as they had been before the announcement, a bubble of empty space around them. Ajest sat down and swept down the length of her scabbard with her finger while Desir stood a away from the boisterous crowd, leisurely leaning against the wall. Soon, the dull mechanical voice of the announcement returned:
 |&nbsp;The gate will soon open. Participants, please line up in front of the gate in an orderly fashion, and be prepared to register yourselves.
 The participants in Group 0 lined up in front of the gate. Soon after, the gate opened, and a bright light shone through. As the students walked through the gate, they were completely engulfed within the light, and their figures disappeared without a trace.
 |&nbsp;Entering the Shadow World Ernste Plains Race.
 Soon after entering the gate, Desir was transported into the artificial Shadow World. Checking his surroundings, he and the other three students stood in the middle of a large plain. The green grass and vibrant blue sky stretched before him. The flowers bloomed all around him, and an an enormous river ran through the middle of the field, giving this Shadow World the feeling of an idealistic Spring day. The warm air blew at his hair, and the sun kissed his skin with warmth. This place was the embodiment of serenity.
 |&nbsp;The race will start in three minutes. Participants, please stand behind the starting line.
 Hearing the announcement, Desir looked down at his feet, and sure enough, there was a starting line on the ground. The four of them got into their positions behind the starting line in the order of Group 0’s participant list.
 By pure chance, Desir and Ajest stood beside each other. Compared to his previously cool attitude, Desir felt extremely awkward standing so close to her. He was staring at Ajest with an inquisitive look, when her head suddenly snapped towards him, her eyes meeting his gaze.
 He greeted her with an awkward expression, unsure of what to say. “H-hi?” He mumbled nervously.
 Ajest didn’t react in the slightest. Her face remained expressionless, as if she was wearing a mask. Her gaze quickly swept over Desir with a dull look, and she turned away just as quickly as she’d turned towards him.
 As Desir lowered his eyes in embarrassment, he noticed an unusual, yet all too familiar, weapon at Ajest’s waist. It was a one-handed sword that seemed to be a mix between a broadsword and a two-handed longsword. As his gaze moved back up, a hundred shimmering golden hairs waved in the breeze before his eyes. Seeing her face was as cold as it had been before, Desir thought that rather than coming off as bashful, she was more like the personification of a frigid blade.
 ‘Come to think of it, was she like this back then, too?’
 6th circle ice attribute spellsword and holder of one of the strongest spellswords, the Queen-rank swordwoman— Ajest Zedga F. Kingscrown. She led the front line ahead of everyone. The Goddess of the Battlefield. And part of The Shadow Labyrinth expedition team and one of the last six people to die. Undoubtedly, she was a callous woman at that time.
 “You,” Ajest proclaimed.
 Desir’s heart jolted, and he needlessly cowered. Judging from the way participants continued to talk on the other side, it seemed that they couldn’t hear this conversation.
 “You’re weak,” she said.
 Although it was a very sudden personal attack, Desir answered casually. “I know.”
 “No, you don’t know.” She said in a way only Ajest could. “You’re weak. The lowest-rank spell level. Physical ability is below average. No matter how high you take it, class 6 Shadow Worlds are the limit.”
 He already knew all of this. So, of course, she’d have to point it all out.
 Their eyes met.
 An odd current ran between Desir and Ajest, making the air around them extremely tense. Desir knew this atmosphere very well. It was a situation he had experienced several times in his previous life. It was like the calm before the storm. The twitching of gunpowder just before it burst.
 Desir tensed.&nbsp;‘You want to fight me here right now?’
 “You can relax,” Ajest said. “I’m not thinking of attacking you like what the mentor said.”
 Desir raised his eyebrows, taken aback. “Why is that?” he asked.
 Ajest’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly in the wind. She shifted her attention and looked straight ahead, clearly stating that her business with him was over.
 Imperiously, she said, “I don’t have a hobby of attacking people as weak as you.”
 Desir smiled bitterly. That, too, was also very much like her.
 The sound of an alarm rang out.
 |&nbsp;The race starts in ten seconds. Participants, please prepare.
 Desir took a deep, steadying breath and then let it out slowly.
 |&nbsp;Race, start!
 The participants listed during the announcement surged forward at once. In this race, physical ability was paramount. So, it came as no surprise when Ajest Kingscrown and Treveurie Tigus immediately took the lead.
 Of course, mages didn’t excel at such physical pursuits. As such, it also came as no surprise that Desir and Romantica were eating the dust from Ajest and Treveurie’s feet.
 With their physical prowess and swiftness, it didn’t even take five minutes for the difference between the two courses to emerge. Desir and Romantica lagged far behind. So far behind, the dust had already settled in front of them.
 Coincidentally, when it came to speed, there was hardly any difference between Desir and Romantica.
 “With all that pretending to be good,” Desir panted for breath. “This is what you are in the end.”
 Romantica scowled. “Why don’t you focus on the event?” She refused to let it be known that her pride was even a little bit wounded.
 “Even if I focus on the event,” Desir gasped. “At this rate. We both. Are going to be. Eliminated.” He took another big heave of air. “Is what I’m saying.”
 Romantica had nothing left to say. Because it was an accurate point. What was worse, she was already beginning to breathe roughly. At this rate, catching up was out of the question.
 “Well, you don’t look any better than I do,” she said.
 “Please,” he wheezed. “Just… shut up. Please.”
 Romantica glared at Desir like he was some sort of bad-luck charm, hoping he’d somehow magically disappear. But every time she looked back at him, he was still staring at her—and it made her more and more anxious.
 She couldn’t take it. “Ugh!” ‘This whole thing is annoying’&nbsp;she thought. So she yelled at Desir. “Why the hell are you making that kind of annoying face?”
 “Well,” Desir quipped. “I just thought this wouldn’t be a big deal for a 2nd circle mage.”
 Romantica’s eyebrow twitched. He had just dismissed her skills… this commoner had just insulted her!
 ‘THIS bastard has the nerve!?’&nbsp;Romantica’s chest burst with fury.
 “FINE,” she exclaimed. “You asked for it. I was waiting for just the right moment.” Romantica thrust her arms in front of her, and the wind’s current began to subtly shift. “Open your eyes and take a good look. A commoner like you will never reach the level of a 2nd circle mage.”
 Romantica released her magic power, and concentrated on the forest far ahead of them.
 A high-speed incantation rushed from her mouth:
 [Sweep the Air!]
 Her spell manifested itself and shot in the direction of the forest—towards where Treveurie Tigus and Ajest Kingscrown competed against each other.
 ***
 ‘At this rate, isn’t this an easy victory?’&nbsp;The Pawn-rank swordsman, Treveurie Tigus, had already convinced himself that he had won. After all, the figures of Romantica and Desir had long since disappeared behind them, and the gap wouldn’t diminish unless he decided to take a nap.
 The corners of his mouth curled upwards.&nbsp;‘Those guys back there are mages. We’re clearly superior when it comes to physical ability. This exam favored us, swordsmen, from the start.’&nbsp;
 Treveurie looked towards Ajest, who was keeping pace with him. Her ability surprised him—he had risen to join the elite group of Pawn-rank swordsmen, who his peers called “geniuses.” He was confident that, among those of his age, there were only a few other people faster than him.
 ‘I didn’t think I would find someone on my level.’&nbsp;Treveurie chastised himself for slightly underestimating his opponent.
 Treveurie looked back, wondering where the rest of the participants were located.
 Right at that moment, the wind’s direction changed and whooshed passed his face, the sound roaring in his ears.
 An extremely powerful gale tore through the azure sky. The trees in the forest buckled and shrieked under the force of the wind.
 “Wa-wait!” Treveurie yelled.
 The wind’s overwhelming force pressured him back. He quickly drew his sword and stabbed it into the ground before he could be blown away—the sheer force of the wind felt like it would tear Treveurie’s limbs from his body.
 ‘It can’t be… magic? But with this power—it has to be Romantica!’&nbsp;It took all of Treveurie’s strength to hang on for dear life.
 ‘My armor weighs nearly 100 kilograms. You can’t send me flying. If I just keep a firm grip on my sword, I’m not going anywhere!’&nbsp;[1]
 But he still had to use all of his strength to struggle against the wind. He used every trick he knew in order to endure for even a bit longer. And then, finally, while straining against the never-ending wind, the swordsman found his footing. He shook off the initial embarrassment and started to think through the current predicament.
 Treveurie had been correct. It would be impossible to send him flying. If Romantica had intended on sending him flying with wind pressure alone, she would definitely have failed.
 ‘What were you hoping to do to me with this pathetic level of magic?’&nbsp;Treveurie smirked.&nbsp;‘This lousy spell is unbecoming of a 2nd circle mage.’&nbsp;He lifted his head and looked ahead with renewed determination.
 But what he saw made his eyes widen.
 “Wha—what is that!”
 Ajest, the lead runner, had advanced even further. She had drawn her sword from its scabbard and pressed on, slashing the gale in front of her as she moved. Her movements—swift but almost desperate—made it seem like she was trying to blast through that area as quickly as possible.
 The sight of Ajest piercing through the typhoon-like wind amazed Treveurie. The swordswoman sliced through the wind as if it was cloth. She certainly deserved his respect.
 But the swordsman couldn’t figure out why Ajest was trying so hard.&nbsp;‘Why? You’re just gonna get tired… it would be much better to go after the wind—’
 His attention was forced towards the massive trees in front of him, swaying precariously in the wind—the roots of the trees didn’t seem particularly deep, and as the fierce wind blew, they quivered ominously.
 “Wa-wait!”
 With a deafening roar, a tree was ripped out at its roots.
 TL Notes:
 [1] 100kg=~220lbs
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 “Now that I’m back, I won’t allow my loved ones to die again!”
 The Shadow Labyrinth – the most catastrophic existence humanity has faced in history.
 Desir Arman is one of the six remaining survivors of mankind.
 The six attempted to clear the final level of the labyrinth but ultimately failed, and the world came to an end.
 However – when Desir thought he would meet his demise, what is revealed before him is the world… thirteen years ago?!
 Desir is returned to the past, back to the time when he enrolled at the nation’s finest magic academy – Havrion. He is reunited with his precious friends, and is prepared to change the past to save the world and his loved ones…!
 Three years remaining before the emergence of the Shadow World!
 Change the past and gather powerful comrades to save mankind!
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 After successfully completing the tasks of the B-Class World, Lu Yue finally succeeded in entering the A-Class world.
 What? The blackening value of the males in the A-class world is above 80!!
 Lu Yue: What are you afraid of? Calm down!
 This is a story of a drama king and a black-bellied male.
 First World: Mafia’s Pet Lover 
 Second World: Revenge of the Reborn Boyfriend 
 Third World: Emperor is a Ladies’ Man…
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 Chang Qing transmigrated into a novel of having children with a rich family, and became a vicious widowed man who has been hindering the gong’s HE.
 This widowed husband attracted bees and butterflies excessively. From brother-in-law to eldest cousin, he hooked up all over the place. He was finally driven out of the house with a broken leg by his brother-in-law, and was reduced to homelessness and death in the street.
 The point at which Chang Qing transmigrated into happened to be the first time that the original owner, who had not yet become a widow, climbed into the bed of the gong.
 Facing Lu Zheng, whose face had sank and was about to come and beat him up any minute, Chang Qing gathered up his scattered shirt and solemnly said, “… I just went to the wrong room and slept in the wrong bed. Can you believe it?”
 Lu Zheng: … hehe.
 In order to avoid being kicked out of the house as a beggar by Lu Zheng, Chang Qing decided to be a virtuous husband.
 However, this chaste husband is not easy to do. In the book, the original owner took the initiative to hook up with all kinds of bosses and all of them in turn hooked up with him to seduce him to remarry.
 Regarding these big boss’s courtship, Chang Qing refused. And the memorial archway above his head sparkled: I love my husband very much.
 In the end, even the real gong, that is, his brother-in-law Lu Zheng, couldn’t help but forcibly demolish his fierce husband memorial arch, and hold him down. He gritted his teeth and threatened, “You’re not allowed to remarry. If you dare to remarry, I’ll break your legs.”.
 Lu Zheng always felt that his eldest sister-in-law was coquettish, always looking at people with a hook in his eyes, and was always provocative, even daring to climb into his bed one day.
 Lu Zheng was thinking about how to teach him a lesson. As a result, this man stopped being coquettish. His buttons were always fastened to the top of his shirt, and he was fully clothed. You couldn’t see any skin at all. He looked so stoic and serious. This made Lu Zheng unhappy.
 He wanted to rip off his clothes and watch him continue to be coquettish.
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 This novel is also known as renjian shi lian youxi
 “Player K27216, Tang Cuo, at 23:05, April 1, 2019 of the Solar Calendar, confirmed dead.”
 “Failed to pass the Trial Game of Life.”
 “Survival duration: 24 years, 4 hours, 8 minutes and 6 seconds, Rating: A, Initial character score: -5.”
 If death is just the beginning,
 If survival is a game,
 Are you ready for it?
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 The top alpha, Major General Ji Cheying, disguises himself as a down-on-his-luck beta in order to carry out a secret mission. One day, when he goes out to take out the garbage, while wearing a pair of torn socks, he comes across the poor nephew of his landlord, Xie Quan, a good-looking beta who was staying in the dirty and terrible basement.
 The two look at each other, each feeling a little sorry for the other.
 No one expected that one of these two miserable people was the prestigious Major General Ji and the other was the most powerful mecha engineer in the Empire. And to Ji Cheying’s further surprise, this beautiful beta confessed his passionate love for him!
 He was torn again and again under the prudent choice to refuse the other, after all, this is a mission, not the time to talk about love.
 When the mission was over and it was time to talk about love, it was Xie Quan’s turn to become baffled, “Who do you think likes you? Who confessed? I didn’t, I’m not, don’t talk nonsense.”
 Ji Cheying: ???!
 It was only then that Xie Quan unexpectedly realized that the Imperial Major General seemed to have mistakenly thought that he was in love with him.
 A few months later, Major General Ji, who had entered his susceptible period, was violent and fierce, not able to be approached by strangers. However, his eyes were red and he was tugging at Xie Quan, his voice hoarse, “You little liar, cheating on my feelings and not taking responsibility.”
 Xie Quan sighed, lifted his hair, and tore off the invisible gland patch, finally revealing the omega gland at the back of his neck, “Bite it. I’ll give you a bite.”
 Ji Cheying gritted his teeth, “You’re a f*cking omega?”
 True love has nothing to do with identity and gender.
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 In the post-apocalyptic world, Bai Jing has awakened his most useless ability – Sense Perception: the ability to sense active objects (including zombies) within 20 meters of him.
 But he was brutally left behind by his teammates during a mission… When he wakes up again, Bai Jing is transported to the future mecha era! In this era where all energy is provided by emeralds, Bai Jing accidentally comes into contact with gambling stones, and his most useless powers in his previous life become the strongest in gambling stones. Bai Jing went from being a gambling apprentice to a gambling master, and eventually reached the highest peak of the gambling world – a divine gambling master!
 Gu Yuanzhao, heir to the first interstellar plutocracy, the youngest Major General in history, and voted the most charming man in the stars – is the dream man of all young men and women in the Empire.
 One day, however, Gu Yuanzhao actually publicly admits to having a partner, and it’s a gambling master they have never heard of. Gu Yuanzhao’s fans were furious: “There are so many gamblers out there, who is this Bai Jing? He’s from the slums and he’s ugly!” Unexpectedly, the next day, the bigwigs came out to defend Bai Jing.
 The chairman of the gambling guild dispelled the rumour: “This is the only god-ranked gambler in our guild!” 
 The head of the statistics bureau dispelled the rumour: “Bai Jing is already worth tens of billions of dollars and is ranked in the top ten of the rich list!” 
 Gu Group’s senior management disproved the rumor: “Bai Jing and Young Master Gu are of equal face value and equal strength!”
 On the third day, fans saw Bai Jing who had taken off his glasses and were all too shocked to speak.
 #My CP has come true! # Later, they found out: the beautiful face of the world was him, the divine gambling master was him, the genius energy master was him. All the titles were his!
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 Lu Bai had transmigrated into the novel “Gu Xue”. In this domineering pure love novel, he became the vicious supporting character who chased after the protagonist gong.
 Just like countless other villains in novels, Lu Bai did all kinds of plot and schemes in order to obstruct (assist) the protagonist gong, Qin Gu, and the protagonist shou, Qu Xueyu from being together and eventually caused ruin to himself.
 But Lu Bai, this villain, is a little special — he had a twisted mind and the way he courted disaster on himself was unusual.
 When other villains would raise canaries and support substitutes, they would raise a substitute of their white moonlight.
 However, Lu Bai raised the lover of his white moonlight– that is– a body double of the protagonist shou, Qu Xueyu—- He raised a canary that looked very similar to Qu Xueyu to, in nicer words, humiliate his love rival. In the end, he only brought himself to ruin.
 After transmigrating, Lu Bai took a look at the tooth rotting plot and got a headache. But in order to return home after the story line was completed, he still braced himself for it—–
 “Are you Ruan Jiangjiu,” He blocked the handsome young man who was a head taller than himself in an alley and threw a card in front of him: “You’re broke ba—-” Lu Bai grit his teeth and just spat out the words: “As long as you…. this one million is yours!”
 Ruan Jiangjiu looked at the person with a reddened face trying hard to appear strong in front of him. The youth looked like a fierce angry kitten. A dangerous smile filled with intrigue formed on Ruan Jiangjiu’s face.
 —-
 The film emperor Qu Xueyu took on a somewhat special role: A poor student with a warped mentality that eventually blackened. So, in order to take on this role, he disguised himself as Ruan Jiangjiu and went to work a part time job to experience the character’s life.
 The only thing he never expected was that the little dandy that always followed his childhood friend, Qin Gu’s, back would provoke himself in that kind of way. He also didn’t expect to be moved by his provocation and become addicted to the other party.
 —
 Lu Bai said bitterly: Xiao Ruan, as long as you can anger that Qu Xueyu you can ask Laozi to give you any resource you want. Laozi will even buy your way to become film emperor. Someone more amazing than Qu Xueyu!
 Xiao Ruan the canary: Smile.jpg
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 In the dog-blooded BL novel “Substitute”, the main character is so pitiful that he doesn’t realize until the last moment that he is just a tool used by his husband to protect the white moonlight in his heart.
 In order to protect his beloved, the protagonist gong, who has made many enemies, chose a person to express his love and proposed to him.
 In this book, the protagonist suffered a series of events such as a car accident, kidnapping, disfigurement, hospitalization and so on until he finally died at the hands of the White Lotus White Moonlight, and his fate can be described as very miserable.
 What’s even more tragic is that Su Yuli transmigrated into the body of this bitter protagonist. And when he transmigrated in, he had already finished the wedding with the scum gong and the scum gong’s opponents already knew of his existence.
 Su Yuli was very calm, he knew that he was already bound to the scum gong, at this time leaving would only make his death come faster.
 He used his wits to cross-reference the book until his scumbag husband killed all his enemies.
 Then Su Yuli packed up his bags and ran away!
 Su Yuli: “The scumbag and his white moonlight are crooked. This small master also has his own happy life to live, bye-bye.”
 But not a month later, the man holding the unsigned divorce papers, red-eyed cornered him: “Do you know how hard I tried to find you? You Can Run! Huh?”
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 Shen Liuxiang stayed up all night reading a novel about a white lotus protagonist shou and his easy road to power. Having finished it, he thumped his chest and stomped his foot in unhappiness.
 In the novel, there was a villainous shizun who shared his name.
 He was as beautiful as a flower, but would rather ruin his own looks to imitate others.
 He was infatuated with the Bingshan Sword Venerable, who had his heart set on the protagonist shou. Foolish and shameless, he continued to entangle with and chase after the other.
 He severed his connection to his father, the Venerable Emperor, and renounced his ties to his senior brother in the Sect. He fought to the death with his blood brother, the Demon Venerable.
 For the Sword Venerable, he was even willing to get rid of his toughest rival-in-love—his own disciple, who would later become number one in the cultivation world!
 After going to sleep, Shen Liuxiang woke up to find himself transmigrated as the villain Shizun in the book.
 “Strive to look like the protagonist shou? Wake up, this immortal is the most beautiful in the world!”
 “Sword Venerable, who? Is he stronger than my father, the Venerable Emperor?! Is he more handsome than my senior brother in the Sect?! Is he fiercer than my blood brother, Demon Venerable?!”
 Facing the protagonist’s greatest backer in the future, Zhou Xuanlan, Shen Liuxiang decided to grab onto the opportunity, seize his good fortune, and stifle the danger in the cradle.
 However, his disciple was too well-behaved.
 “All spiritual treasures in heaven and on earth belong to Shizun. All ancient relics belong to Shizun. This disciple also belongs to Shizun.”
 Shen Liuxiang: “…Alright, I’ll give you a chance QAQ”
 Initially an indifferent shizun, Shen Liuxiang slowly became fiercely protective of his disciple. His disciple, in turn, was upright, righteous, and increasingly loyal towards him. However, right at this time, Shen Liuxiang miscalculated. The Zhou Xuanlan from the original novel had returned!
 “Shizun has changed so much,” the man spoke with a dangerous air, hugging him from behind, the low voice resounding right beside his ear, “but I like it very much.”
 Shen Liuxiang cried. He wanted his obedient disciple back!
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 In an accident, Si Yang was bound to a quick transmigration system. His mission was to transmigrate through various movies fulfilling the original owner’s wishes, overthrowing the villains, and saving the protagonists.
 However, Si Yang had always been extremely arrogant, to the point where he believed that he was a god. In his eyes, the word “save” had also changed its meaning.
 Overthrow what villains? He is this world’s greatest “villain”!
 The sweet, naïve, little young master was brought up to be a ruthless, blackened bigshot. The sunshine, positive energy idol was trained to be a scheming and calculating entertainment company president. The poor little Cuscuta (Parasitic plant that sucks the life out of its host) Alpha developed a deadly life-threatening toxin…
 But they all had one goal in common: To kill Si Yang!
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 Yu Siyang, a 25-years-old chef who just won the International Culinary Gold Award, was smashed by a huge earthen pot, wake up and become a 18-years-old little transparent Yu Siyang in the entertainment circle.
 Signed a weird contract and big debts, the chef had to put down the pots and pans and carry his schoolbag to the performance class.
 Strive for an achievement as Emperor Film as soon as possible, paying off the debts, and realizing big aspirations to open an ideal restaurant.
 But, why the creditor make a very abnormal condition? Waiting online, urgent.
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 Lin Mu rescued a Samoyed.
 Capable of eating, smiling, has a high IQ. Picks up anything you teach him quickly, a good helper around the house.
 The only thing was that he doesn’t bark nor wag his tail.
 Lin Mu took a ham sausage and coaxed for the thousandth time, “wag your tail, and this ham sausage is yours to eat.”
 The Samoyed raised his eyes impatiently, and with a single shake of his tail, shook out nine.
 Lin Mu: …… F*ck.
 Afterwards, the fox that did not wish to reveal his name, Mr. Yan Xuanjing, said in an interview: “Now I regret, I deeply regret. At that time, I shouldn’t have pretended to be a dog to take advantage of him, shouldn’t have touched him, rubbed against him, eaten his food and slept in his bed. Now I have a home that I can’t return to and a wife I can’t sleep with, I regret, deeply regret.”
 A learned and easy-going professional grudge-bearing Shou x A certain nine-tailed fox who refuses to say his name and was forced to go to the mortal realm without money Gong
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 After the fall of the Galactic Federation, long-time lovers Lu Li and Xie Jianwei defeated the alien invaders, and formed the Empire with Lu Li as marshal. Everyone thought that all was well between them, but.
 Xie Jianwei one day found out that Lu Li’s personality had split into several parts.
 They were all individuals, yet still the same Lu Li. How could Xie Jianwei bear to watch as each Lu Li plot to kill the other?
 Xie Jianwei used his SSS-class spiritual strength to enter Lu Li’s inner world, where Lu Li was god/director/actor all in one. To get to the bottom of the mystery, Xie Jianwei had to act along Lu Li’s delusions, else the dreamworld would collapse, worsening Lu Li’s condition, and split the personalities even further.
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