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 "The average score of my works now is 87, about every ten works will have a master level of 90 points. According to the system standard, it is an unstable quasi-master level. That is to say, According to the actual standard, I should have reached the level of a master craftsman, but it is still unstable, and there is no guarantee that every work can meet the standard, so one of the conditions for customs clearance, becoming a master craftsman will take a certain amount of time."
 Qingchuan drew a line on the white paper.
 "The second condition of customs clearance is that thousands of people admire it, and it is well-known in the whole country. It is good to say that it is well-known in the whole country, because it is a neutral word with a positive meaning, but it is admired by thousands of people. If it is a craftsman, I am afraid It's very difficult. Even Mozi has to first publish a theory and establish a school to achieve such prestige. It is necessary to find another way."
 He wrote two words at the back: Wen, Wu.
 The hero is forbidden by force. The prosperity of martial arts is usually based on two possibilities: one, the imperial court is weak, and the wind and rain are indistinct; Based on Qingchuan's three-year experience of living here, there were no natural or man-made disasters, and he had never heard of a traitor in power or an invasion by foreign enemies. Therefore, the situation should be the second.
 Ordinary people and martial arts people seem to be separated by a line and do not interfere with each other. If you follow the line of martial arts, according to the number of martial arts practitioners, you must be the overlord of one side, and have made great contributions to martial arts, or be very upright and moral, in order to reach the level of admiration of thousands of people.
 Tsk, if nothing else, at the age of seventeen, unless he is gifted with extraordinary talent, has an extraordinary skeleton, and is a great genius that is hard to emerge in a century, or he has eaten some panacea, a genius treasure, Or let a master master master master to open up the second meridian of Rentong and empower the whole body, otherwise there is little hope.
 Then I have to go the line of writing, which is the imperial examination. Qingchuan is still quite confident in the examination. He has never been a scumbag. Even if the liberal arts are not good at science, but he has started the examination now, and he will always be able to pass the examination in ten years. of. If it is on the southern side, a county with a population of tens of thousands, if you do more things that benefit the country and the people, there is a high probability that it will be admired by 10,000 people in your lifetime.
 In this era, there is no rule that craftsmen cannot take scientific examinations, but reading is still difficult. The provincial capital has high consumption and high school fees. Qingchuan went to inquire about it. The annual cost of repairing is about six taels. Even if a city citizen has a little money at home, it is enough to send a child to school. Both are very good. reluctantly.
 Money is good, he just made a lot of money. It is mainly in the literati circle. Even if you are a teacher, you don’t have to pay for admission. Many good schools have to be recommended by someone. If the recommendation is not enough, you have to take the entrance exam, four books and five classics, and you will have a chance after passing it. There are also age restrictions, for example, if you are over thirteen, you will not be accepted.
 A craftsman's child in Qingchuan is too old to go to a better school.
 
 "System, can the virtual classroom be virtualized? For example, the Great Confucian Academy or something?"
 "Yes." The system said, "However, this 'non-specified type' virtual classroom earns 100 credits per hour, think about it."
 The master classroom of the clay sculptor is only 30 points per hour, and 100 points per hour is really expensive. But Qingchuan thought of the main task that must be completed, and the nearly 10,000 points he had accumulated in a short period of time, "Confucianism is useful in most ancient Chinese societies, and this is not a one-time thing. value."
 The system means that the host is willing to do it, especially the Buddhist system.
 In fact, it is not necessary to complete the main quest, but the system tells him that if he wants to move to the next world, he needs to buy a travel fee and one million points. This happens to be the points earned for completing the main quest. If Qingchuan was allowed to hold a clay figurine to accumulate so many points, he would probably be able to hold it for fifty or sixty years.
 
 Having a goal and a path, the next thing to do is to stick to it.
 Qingchuan was already very busy. During the day, he had to guard the shop while making clay figurines. At night, he had to take a clay figurine master class. Now he still has some time to practice calligraphy and memorize the Four Books and Five Classics. In the evening, he has another one-on-one teaching course of great Confucianism, and an additional course of writing words every six days. Fortunately, classes take up sleep time, so I don't delay my work during the day.
 30 points for a clay figurine class, 100 points for a Confucianism class, and 130 points for a night. Qingchuan fell asleep listening to the sound of burning money every day.
 He thought about not wasting time on opening a store, he had to set aside time for entertaining customers to pinch clay figures to earn points, so he found an intermediary to introduce a guy. The clay figurine shop is small, and one guy is enough, that is, the guy needs to know some words and arithmetic, which is a little higher, and the monthly salary is also high, and he gets one or two or four coins.
 Qingchuan said yes, in addition to the monthly basic salary, he also gave him a performance bonus, the more he sold, the more he got.
 The guy followed him for a month as an intern. Qingchuan looked at him very diligent, but he was a shy child who was not so eloquent. He was satisfied, and decided to close the shop today, and let the man manage the shop by himself tomorrow.
 It's already dark, now it's late autumn, it's getting dark early. Qing Chuan packed the small box where the money was placed and was about to close the door. Before closing, the clay figurines on the shelf were to be taken down one by one and placed in boxes, covered with white linen, and placed one by one the next day. The guy knew that these clay figurines were valuable, and they took it very carefully. Qingchuan was in charge of one side, and the guy was in charge of the other side. The two of them hurry up and go home before dark.
 Qingchuan is holding a snail, which is one of the works with the highest scores so far, and sighs that the pearl is dusty. A tall shadow fell on him, completely blocking the sunset that the little shop could see.
 
 The one who came was the young master of the Jin family who had met twice, Qingchuan immediately remembered. The imposing manner of the other party is too special, like a sharp sword that would rather be bent than bent. It is too strong and murderous, and even standing and not talking is very stressful. Qing Chuan even felt that the **** aura on the other party's body was heavier, almost covering the smoke and dust in the store. Just looking at it, he felt a sea of ​​corpses and blood.
 Because of the material, Qingchuan has seen the most vicious murderer, but even the most notorious murderer, there is no such condensed blood.
 How many people did this kill...
 The people around you have avoided it. Even the guys were too busy to retreat to the back.
 "I don't know which clay figurine the guest officer likes?" Qing Chuan asked.
 He looked at the snail in Qingchuan's hand.
 "This?"
 He nodded slightly, very little, like an illusion.
 "You really have a vision." Qingchuan sighed and wrapped the snail in a box.
 He took the box, put down a tael of silver, and left.
 One, the young masters of the Jin family are killed one by one, which is really scary."
 Qing Chuan touched the patterned silver and rubbed the pattern on it with his fingers. His expression became a little strange, and he looked a bit like the person who had just left. However, he was born with a pleasing baby face, which softened the sharpness.
 After handing over the buying and selling of the clay figurine shop to the man, Qingchuan hired a kiln burner to help him burn the clay figurines. Since they only burn once every two months, the wages are not very high. He also went to a nearby village that produced good mud to buy mud, and asked them to filter the stones and dead branches and leaves first.
 In this way, one-third of the time he saves is used for making clay figures, and two-thirds for reading and writing. The volume of clay figurines has increased by 30%, but the provincial capital is so large, and the clay figurines are not a necessity for daily life.
 At this time, the good karma formed earlier came into play.
 Because they made money by traveling to the northwest, the original merchants stopped traveling long distances. They sold groceries in the county. These extra clay figurines were sent to their shop, and the wholesale price was given to them, just enough to absorb the extra portion.
 When the points were consumed from five digits to four digits, it was already in the early spring of the second year. The great Confucian of the virtual classroom said that he could go off to test the water. Tong Sheng’s level was stable. Scholars can also try, and there are six levels of opportunities. Most of the Xiucai exams require rote memorization, and the interpretation and expansion of the exam questions are not as deep as those of the examiners. Qingchuan’s memory and understanding in this life are slightly better than ordinary people, plus he is quite hardworking and has one-on-one teaching from famous teachers. Only then can he catch up. .
 Qingchuan was determined to try the water. He was so old, if he had the identity of a child, those excellent teachers might be able to accept him as a student. But wanting to take the exam is not so simple, it needs two recommended places for scholars, most people will have a teacher to handle it for them, but Qingchuan can't.
 He inquired about a few talented people who were soft and easy to talk, and those who were more realistic and willing to sell famous posts, to see if they could play the pity card or send some gifts to get the exam places.
 There is not much time left for the township exam, and Qingchuan has to make a few preparations.
 On this day, he bought a set of celadon writing toys from the system, and some other elegant gifts, and plans to visit a scholar's house tomorrow. A place like the provincial capital is also a major province for imperial examinations in the south, and there are as many talents as stars, but it is not easy to find a few possible candidates. For those scholars who have a family, their places are reserved for the younger generation of the same clan, and there are few scholars who do not have a family.
 While carefully packing in a plain box, Qingchuan suddenly heard a sound in the yard. Originally thought it was a passing wild cat, but the tall and thin shadow was projected on the window paper, Qing Chuan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously took out the bow and crossbow.
 Could it be a thief?
 The oil lamp hasn't been blown yet, which is too frustrating.
 'Bang bang bang'. The shadow swayed from the window until it reached the door, followed by a rhythmic knock on the door, three times like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, a pause, and three more.
 Huh?
 In the middle of the night, the yard door is still closed, who would go over the wall to knock on the door?
 In Qingchuan's house, only the kiln workers will stay for two days when they come to burn the kiln, and it is very deserted on weekdays. The neighbors around him are far away, and they are not the kind of enthusiastic people. They haven't gotten to know each other for a few years, and they don't have any friends on weekdays, so who is it?
 "Who?"
 "Me."
 This was the voice of an unfamiliar and clear young man, Qing Chuan was sure that this was not someone he was familiar with. He put the box under the table, hesitated, walked over slowly, and pushed the door open a crack.
 The face with black backlight and a ray of moonlight imprinted in his eyes, Qingchuan was taken aback. He seldom had such an exaggerated expression, but this time it was indeed very unexpected, and there were a lot of questions in his mind in an instant.
 Why is he here?
 What's up with him?
 He was looking for him?
 How did he know about it?
 
 "You..."
 People outside the door didn't seem to want to come in, even if Qingchuan opened the door, he still blocked the door, his expression was very strange, it was hard to describe, but his voice was as cold as ice jade, "I am tonight. I have an appointment with someone, if the third watch does not come to you, please go here and collect the body for me." He mentioned a place, a forest not far from here.
 Qing Chuan looked up at him suddenly.
 A person who has met three times and never even said a word, looking for him to collect the body in the middle of the night?
 "You don't know who I am, and I don't know who you are, but I know that you are the one who can send me a game. I know it at the first sight of you."
 The young master surnamed Jin took out a scroll of brocade and silk, "I don't have anything good on me, only a sword and this scroll, if you don't practice martial arts, just take it to keep fit. "As he said that, he put the thing in Qing Chuan's hand, and the stance of buying and selling by force was as rogue as the system.
 "Hey." Qing Chuan stopped him, he turned to look at Qing Chuan, his expression was fierce, but his eyes were cold. Qing Chuan was stared at by that gaze. For some reason, he couldn't refuse, and his words changed, "Your name... Forget it, tell me when you come back."
 The young man walked into the yard, and his toes floated away a little, and his movements were silent, and could not be lighter than the breeze. As an ordinary person in this world, Qingchuan was the first time he saw such an exquisite movement technique, and Diao Weiya was a few blocks away from it.
 "But why did he come to me... to collect the body?"
 Did I lose my memory when the system failed? What did I miss? Why did he ask you to collect the body? Is he going to commit suicide?"
 Qing Chuan didn't answer at all, closed the door again, sat on the stool, fingers clasped on the table, as if thinking.
 "What are you thinking?"
 "I was thinking, where did I show traces, so that he thought I could collect his body."
 "Huh?" The system is unknown. Therefore, it is not that humans can upgrade themselves. Even after so many years, it is still very difficult to face the world.
 "What traces? Is there anything on you?" The system at this time seemed particularly stupid.
 Qing Chuan laughed, still with the baby face, but it felt completely different from usual, not innocent at all, cute, shy and soft, like an adult in the skin of a teenager. Even if the system knew that he was an adult, he almost got goosebumps when he saw this smile--if the system had goosebumps.
 "As soon as they met, I decided to let me collect his body. It's really crazy."
 "What about you?"
 "It's only for one night, I can afford it. Just think it's me who has a sudden kindness... You know, human beings will go crazy a few times in their lives."
 "How could you do such a meaningless thing? Not like you. You are special to him. You know each other? When?"
 A person who has been here for three or four years and can't get acquainted with his neighbors, a guy who thinks that interpersonal communication is a waste of time and meaningless, and actually stays up late when he is visiting a scholar? You must know that the invitation has been sent out, you can't change the time arbitrarily. Staying up late will cause your face to be bad and lack of concentration. This is simply chaos.
 "No, I just met three times, and this time I only met four times. I talked once, but I can't say friendship."
 "Huh?"
 The system is even more confused, but Qingchuan is reluctant to explain.
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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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 Qiu Jin transmigrated into a book once again.
 Last time, he transmigrated into an omega with pheromones that could make people go crazy. This time the heavens were merciful and finally had him transmigrate into an alpha. Moreover, it was the sexiest alpha in the entertainment circle.
 Unfortunately, it was a cannon fodder.
 The main gōng in the original book was Ji Shenxiao, an aloof tyrant CEO. He was alpha to the max. His self-control was so strong that no matter how omegas tried to seduce him, he would remain unmovable like a mountain. Until he met the protagonist omega shòu, which activated his second vein and turned him into the fiercest gōng dog.
 And Qiu Jin was the cannon fodder alpha that competed with Ji Shenxiao. Arrogant and despotic, he tried to forcefully take, and grandly lost. He challenged the protagonist’s bottom line again and again. In the end, his gland was destroyed, and his family fell into destitution.
 In this regard, Qiu Jin expressed that he would not be a toxic alpha male, so protagonist you go scram. However, humans could not defy the fates, and just when Qiu Jin was striving to become a high-quality alpha, the pheromones that made all the alphas go crazy in the last world came back!
 At that moment, he saw the protagonist gōng suppressing his desires till his eyes were red, and his pheromones went out of control.
 Qiu Jin swallowed: “Bro, let’s talk this out…”
 The alpha squeezed the back of his neck, his voice hoarse: “But I prefer to do it directly.”
 Love rivals become lovers. Alpha becomes omega.
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 Wen Xuan was the head disciple of Water Cloud Sect’s sect leader. He spent the first half of his lifetime respecting his teachers and placing importance in the way of Dao. Friendly towards other fellow disciples, he was everyone’s role model.
 He once believed that he would spend a lifetime like this. Until one day, he met a younger fellow disciple (shidi) who was unbelievably skilled.
 This shidi told him that this world was actually a novel. And he, Wen Xuan, would become the most unsightly, petty little villain in this leveling up style cultivation novel. With the next half of his lifetime on a bumpy spiral downward after an erroneous decision, he will be betrayed and deserted by friends and family, casted away and end up dying miserably alone.
 “After dinner for leisure, many people would use a mocking tone of disdain to discuss your disastrous life. But no one knew how you survived through all those years. No one saw how you struggled to hold on to your bottom line in your lonesome. No one cared about the suffering you experienced and your perseverance. But I saw it. I know. I care.”
 “That’s why I came to this world. To become your support.”
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 Qi Le – gender: male, sexual interest: women – suffered from congenital heart disease and died early. However, God played a small trick on him and placed his soul inside the body of a trashy shou.
 From then on, the gates of a new world were opened.
 When Qi Le opened his eyes, he found himself still lying in the hospital, but there was a small problem.
 Everyone helped clear up his confusion: “You’re gay.”
 Qi Le: “……”
 Everyone: “You’re a 0, which means you’re the one on the bottom.”
 Qi Le: “Bullshit! Laozi is a straight man!”
 Everyone stepped forward to pat him on the shoulder: “Forget it, all the men in the world can turn straight, but not you.”
 Qi Le shook with anger: “We’ll see about that!”
 Everyone reminded him: “Everyone knows about your confession, everyone knows that you’re gay. Which girl would be willing to date you ah?”
 Qi Le: “=口=”
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 When Wang Dahu saw Li Qingran attempting suicide by cutting his wrist right in front of his grave, he thought,
 “If I could turn back time:
 I will treasure you.
 I will protect you.
 I will love you a hundred times, a thousand times, more than right now.”
 When time really did turn back, Li Qingran would have a life time of happiness!
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 This is a story of a runaway bride who reincarnated, only to find that he couldn’t endure living with his fiancé and ran away from marriage again. A noisy, troublesome, clamorous love story.
 This story is also known as “Runaway elf” “How to escape a marriage successfully” “How to escape a failed marriage” “My husband is crazy, can I escape” “Try running away from marriage again” (Don’t believe it)
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 Wen Liunian is Cangmang City’s newly appointed prefect.
 The common people banged on their gongs and drums, thinking the lord official will be like before, a big, strong man built like an iron tower, but no one expected it to be a skinny and weak bookworm that walked out of the coach.
 Lord Wen looked around, furrowed his brows and exclaimed, “This place really is poor.”
 The people heard and their hearts shattered all over the ground, we don’t want that either, but on the mountains outside of the city there are bandits.
 ——
 The Bandit’s Strategy is the third book in Yu Xiao Lan Shan’s Jianghu/Strategy series. Each book is standalone, but there are character cameos and mentions that don’t disrupt the flow of the main story of each book.
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 Bai Qi was going through the unluckiest period of time in his entire life.
 His boyfriend married another person.
 His boyfriend’s older brother came to him with a cheque book in hand. “I’ll give you fifty million…”
 Alright, I understand. I should take this fifty million and leave your younger brother alone, am I right?
 “I want to hire you to act as my companion for some time,” the older brother said.
 “Huh???” Bai Qi asked.
 “No kidding, I can be all things. All from a cute and pure white lotus to a flirtatious and calculative minx! I can even fake a pregnancy, an abortion, a break up and get into a quarrel with you! Please dear sir, do tell, which type would you require me to be?”
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 Half a month after their marriage, Xi Chengyun brought Bai Qi along to attend a couples reality TV show.
 Netizens:
 “He’s milking Xi-laoshi’s resources to make his debut huh.”
 “You’re truly the best actor of the year. It was only ten days ago when related information between you two started to pop up on Weibo. Ten days later, you’re already married.”
 “I can’t believe that Xi-ge is already married QAQ.”
 Very soon, the first episode aired.
 Everyone realized that Xi Chengyun’s cute little “wife” had a personality of a sweet little bean. He could play the piano, do sports, race cars, speak fluent English, and even do gardening.
 What’s more, his entire freaking heart was all about Xi Chengyun. Praises regarding Xi Chengyun overflowed no matter what Bai Qi was doing. He was exactly like a diehard fan who managed to enter the inner circle of his idol.
 The fans were stunned. The production team and passersby couldn’t help but look at them with envy and longing.
 Xi Chengyun almost bought into the act too.
 He calmly analyzed the situation with his manager. “If it’s true that Bai Qi likes me, I’m done for if I were to divorce him now. He’s young and beautiful. If I were to divorce him after our agreement has ended, he may end up utterly heartbroken. He may end up wandering off the right path…”
 This was until Xi Chengyun returned to the bedroom and saw Bai Qi with a phone in his hand. “Uwu, Zhou Qiyuan is so handsome, I want to marry him. Uwu, Lang Ye is so handsome too! And just how are Xia Yang’s legs so long? Oh, Xiang Jingran’s looks are simply incomparable!” squealed Bai Qi.
 Xi Chengyun: ?
 Damn, those people mentioned were all current popular celebrities in the entertainment industry.
 –
 Much, much later…
 “I believe you now, you really are good at acting,” Xi Chengyun said.
 Xi Chengyun locked the door behind himself. “So today, you can act as if you wanted to marry that good-for-nothing Zhou Qiyuan. Then midway through the ceremony, I abducted you and whisked you away to my bridal chamber. What do you think about that?”
 Bai Qi: ???
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 The demon Sang Jiuchi woke up from a seal and found that he was bound to the Quick Transmigration system, and the characters he took over were all without exception, the worst villains.
 Blackmailing the top streamer but ended up killing his own despicable tech genius…
 The vicious true young master who framed the fake young master but suffered the consequences…
 The murderous master who humiliated his apprentice but was killed…
 The sinister mermaid who seduced the general and was slaughtered…
 The hypocritical pope who deceived people and was burned at the stake…
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 Xia Xingchi was very poor, until he died and transmigrated into a book to become a young master who was adopted back into a wealthy family, becoming rich in an instant!
 It was a pity that the book’s moral values were distorted, and he was only cannon fodder while the fake young master who stole the show was the protagonist.
 Loved by neither his father nor his mother, Xia Xingchi was forced to marry the frail and sickly villainous big boss. If he escaped the marriage, it would be the end for him. At the engagement banquet, the fake young master set up a trap to lure him into fleeing the marriage and making a scene, but didn’t expect that his eyes would light up on the spot as he rushed up excitedly to say, “Hey, husband!”
 This appearance like an immortal, this perfect figure with wide shoulders and long legs……the little fortune hunter was disinterested. In his eyes, his fiancé Li Chengyuan was a gleaming humanoid cash machine!
 Xian Xingchi resolutely sat on Li Chengyuan’s lap and held his hand affectionately: “Mr. Li, do you believe in love at first sight?”
 — Whenever he heard the call of money, he believed.
 Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking that Xia Xingchi was truly an idiot, and he was bound to be tossed to the ground by the villainous boss on the spot. Unexpectedly, Li Chengyuan lowered his eyes in silence, and smiled faintly after a moment: “I believe.”
 In full view, he picked up Xia Xingchi and abducted him home.
 Xia Xingchi was shocked: Wait! Let me go! Your script is wrong!
 Facing the derailed plot, the little fortune hunter had no choice but to make money in the entertainment industry to get rich — while giving Li Chengyuan the most loving end-of-life care –
 According to the plot of the original book, the villain was about to die.
 Li Chengyuan’s face was pale, and he asked weakly in a low voice: “Will you agree to everything I say?”
 Xia Xingchi thought of the 100 billion inheritance that would soon belong to him, wept with joy, and nodded with tears in his eyes: “Tell me, I will definitely promise you.”
 To his shock, a certain dying person immediately rose up: “Mark your words.”
 Xia Xingchi, who couldn’t get out of bed the next day: “Damn! A person dying of illness can also do this sort of thing!”
 Li Chengyuan: I don’t know why he always thinks I’m going to die, so I have to show him otherwise
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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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 In short, MC inadvertently created a world, but as the creator of the world, he did not know the world at all. He should have lived here like a fish in the sea with some plug-ins that MCs always have. But now he is even stumped by the bugs in the instant world. Luckily, in this world he has found his shadow guard, or his lover? So the daily adventure is getting not so boring…
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 He experienced disappointment, being let down, and had experienced the ups and downs of life yet he still retained the heart of a young person. To be sincere, to be magnanimous, to love what I love, and to hate what I hate.
 And he said, I don’t care anymore, the blood I spilled out, someone will definitely come and collect it.
 That day in the elegant tea hall, the sound of the pipa carried through the hall, and like a love disease, flustered the heart.
 One was full of expectation, one fell in love at first sight.
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