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 seven in the morning.
 Yu Sheng rubbed his sleeping hair vigorously, grabbed an arm from the quilt, and fumbled for the next shot.
 The noisy cell phone finally silenced.
 The genius is bright, and the room is still dark.
 The curtains were not drawn tightly, and the dazzling light barely squeezed in, and fell diagonally on the floor.
 The phone rang again and again.
 The system comes with an incoming call tone. The volume is thieves, with vibrations, buzzing and buzzing.
 Most people will continue to quake for a long time without answering the phone.
 Yu Sheng half-closed his eyes and struggled out of sleep, picked up his phone and pressed to answer.
 "Brother Sheng! Come to school!"
 As soon as the call interface came out, a loud, deafening voice came out of the phone: "It's seven o'clock! Where are you? It's dawning..."
 Yu Sheng flirted and sat up.
 The powerful instinct of stepping into the school door for many years quickly took over the control of the body. Yu Sheng threw away his mobile phone and pulled a half-sleeve girdle on it, pouring a large half of the water in one breath. On a calendar that just ripped off a page.
 Friday, July 16.
 The third day of summer vacation.
 "..."
 Yu Sheng grabbed his phone and bit his teeth to breathe: "Your uncle! It's summer vacation!"
 Yesterday the game encountered a suspected substitute and won a dozen games in a row against a silver. He played all night long when he was not reconciled, and now his head is still rising like a bucket of paste, and he is stunned and stunned.
 I had planned to make a gut today, but the result was only seven o'clock, and I was dragged alive by a phone call.
 "It's summer vacation. I added an exam today. You forgot, Sheng brother-start the exam at 8 o'clock, enter the venue half an hour in advance, the one in the city!"
 The loud voice obviously didn't understand his pain, and even thundered and rang in his ears: "They looked at the list. I heard that Jin Linkun came to our school this time! I went back to the exam and took the first one! Waiting for him to take the provincial champion, he suddenly quit school without knowing why..."
 The legend of the **** of learning has been circulating in the middle of the highs of the entire city of H. The voice on the phone became more and more excited, and he kept chattering. He was suddenly inspired to change his mind and enter the posture of knowledge.
 Yu Sheng had a terrible headache, raised his hands to cover his eyes, moved the phone a little farther, and the whole person got out of the chaos of the earth.
 This is the case.
 The final exams of the Ming and Ming dynasties were all tested, and I don't know what kind of wind was drawn. Suddenly, I organized a city-wide unified exam.
 Computer-based exams, nine joint exams, and a thousand multiple choice questions.
 They also broke up the students deliberately, divided the examination room into sections without any trouble, and the city's big rankings scored on the spot.
 The rapid success aroused the murderous murderousness of several high schools in H city.
 Yu Sheng yawned and fell back according to his temple: "Don't go."
 He fell on the bed, covering his eyes with one hand, brewing the sleep that had just been dispelled with all his heart: "Anyway, I won't, just forget it."
 A thousand choices will be alive.
 It's better to have a time to sleep when you have this time.
 Although Yu Sheng stays up all night, he always pays attention to keeping in good health. He must sleep for eight hours at three o'clock in the morning. For this, he has exercised a superb ability to doze off by the corridor penalty station.
 For such a boring thing as theological theology and hegemony, he did not intend to run away at all.
 A loud voice sighed heavily: "Who wants to go? It's not Lao He's saying! You can answer blindly, but you can't abstain from the exam, otherwise the Academic Affairs Office will send a text message directly to the parents, otherwise I won't come to death..."
 Yu Sheng moved his hand.
 He sat with his arms up and pressed his temples for a while: "When did I say, why don't I know?"
 "Just before the holiday—"
 I thought about it with a big voice, and shot my thigh: "Yes, it was the day you were carried to the corridor by the physics teacher!"
 Yu Sheng: "..."
 Lao He is their class teacher, named He Jianguo, a little old man in his early fifties. It's very harmonious to get along with a group of students who are not as good as the total score of the experimental class.
 Occasionally help them to put a whistle on the wind and give very accurate gossip.
 Lao He said that if he wants to send text messages to parents, then he must send text messages to parents.
 It may also be accompanied by messy transcripts, final comments, and a propaganda word that I don’t know where to download the home school to work together for a win-win future.
 Yu Sheng sat on the bed for a while, took a deep breath, wiped his face: "OK, squat to pick up."
 The big voice was immediately excited, pulling his throat, adding oil and vinegar to the phone to lively broadcast the situation of the school teachers at the door.
 Yu Sheng had a headache, and then hanged up and dropped his phone.
 The cell phone bounced on the bed, and the screen was darkened in a blink of an eye.
 Yu Sheng exhaled, holding his forehead to stand up. He picked up the quilt and folded it twofold, walked to the window, opened the curtain with his eyes closed.
 Just after summer, it was still early in the morning.
 The full morning light pours down and wraps the furnishings in the room instantly.
 Very spacious bedroom with bourgeoisie up the water.
 ThinkPadX1 hermit's laptop was randomly thrown on the table, with a red light with insufficient power on, a pure black headset hanging on the corner of the display, and three green snakes entangled.
 Quietly outside the bedroom, no one was there.
 The aunt invited by the family resigned and returned home half a month ago. I heard that it was my son who was going to the third year of high school, and the pressure was too great. When the mother deliberately quit her job, she went back to study and helped relieve the pressure.
 He was still on campus at that time, and sent a red envelope to his aunt. After that, he had no effort to ask for a new one.
 Yu Sheng half closed his eyes and swayed into the bathroom. He wiped his face with cold water, went back to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door and looked inside.
 Empty, two or three cans of beer were placed, and there were a few takeaway fast food boxes scrambled in the corner.
 It was exactly the same as before he came back.
 Yu Sheng used to take it for granted. He grabbed his hair, pulled a bag and swept the fast food box into it, tied a knot and threw it at the door, and took it away when he was going out.
 The test starts at 8 o'clock and you enter the room half an hour in advance. You get the test room at 7:30.
 He lives very close to the school and can arrive in ten minutes. The time is not too tight.
 You don't even need a pen to take the computer test and connect the papers. Yu Sheng flipped out his school uniform and went around in the kitchen again.
 There were still a few apples on the window sill, which was brought by the aunt who had left, and was planted in the orchard at home, saying that he would give him a try. He took a bag to school, and there were only a few left, which he kept on the small windowsill.
 After being blown by the wind for half a month, it was already crumpled.
 Just staying up late last night, Yu Sheng still has no appetite and is too lazy to eat. I glanced at the pitifully stacked bags of instant noodles in the corner of the kitchen. I copied a reluctantly pretty apple in my pocket and carried the garbage out the door.
 Among the five high schools in City H, the third high school has always been at the end of a large number of general high schools with a chaotic and orderly school style, stable disciplinary rate and progression rate.
 However, it is located in the immediate area with the city's top provincial key high school.
 The two schools have very different school styles and very different students. The door of the school seems to be more than a dozen kilometers away from back to back, but the back wall sneaks in with you and me, and there are only two streets in between.
 Both streets are commercial pedestrian streets. Vendors are directly facing students who are taking good classes or concentrating on truancy. They are full of Internet cafes, KTVs, and various small shops. It is a bustling and extremely chaotic place.
 The confusion is such that every time something happens, it must be caused by the third middle school student.
 Yu Sheng put on the uniform of the Third Middle School, yawned today's 17th yawn, and bypassed the stall that enthusiastically peddled past students' must-have suits during the exam.
 This kind of commercial street, which directly depends on students, will be obviously depressed in the winter and summer vacations. But today is the day of the city's unified examination, and many vendors have deliberately set up stalls early, and the roads are full of temporary stalls selling goods, which has doubled the already narrow road conditions.
 "Produced by the Confucian Temple, it must pass every exam!"
 The stall owner was very enthusiastic, holding the triangular ruler suit in his hand and shouting in the wind, shouting one sentence after another: "Two pieces of plastic, five pieces of iron! With a parabolic perspective, save at least half an hour on the exam room for you!"
 "An essential artifact for the exam, it will be used at a glance!"
 "Buy and send bookmarks, test koi carps, and pack up points!"
 ...
 The greetings sounded, and the colored heads were set one after another without repetition. After a while, a few students couldn't bear the temptation and hesitated to join in.
 Yu Sheng rubbed his ears and deliberately made more than half a circle.
 Those who are doing business are smarter than anyone else, and they never greet students in the third middle school when selling school supplies. Wearing school uniforms can save you a lot of trouble.
 This kind of examination will not be a good thing. Maybe it is the primary selection of this innovative competition, which deceives those good students into circles, and has to swim in the ocean of knowledge for a summer vacation.
 Today, Yu Sheng came blindly with his eyes closed, bypassed the messy stall, bought two buns and a bag of soy milk, and went straight to the back wall of the school.
 There is a gap in the railing of the back wall of the school. It has not been repaired for so many years, benefiting the three middle school students who have turned over the wall from generation to generation.
 Yu Sheng’s house is in the newly built high-end community behind the school. If you walk around from the front door, it will take less than half an hour. It only takes ten minutes to cross the wall from behind.
 In high school careers, in the face of the welfare of being able to sleep for 20 minutes more in the morning, all the rules that prohibit the wall are paper tigers.
 Yu Sheng light car was familiar with the road, stepped on a half circle around the back wall, found a clean place, dipped in soy milk, opened the paper bag with buns.
 The buns are freshly steamed, steaming and a little hot.
 Yu Sheng poured a hand and took a sip of the plastic bag that had just bitten the soy milk. The originally quiet corner suddenly clamored for a while, and a group of people were greeted from afar.
 Six or seven.
 Quite aggressive, fierce, with a guy in his hand.
 Headed by a boy, he sweeps his head, bites a cigarette, slantingly puts on a key school uniform, stepping on the double arrogant white cement, and the style of painting is not focus at all.
 The plastic bags are easy to sprinkle, and Yu Sheng protects the soy milk, turning sideways politely, preparing to make way for this group of people.
 Before turning around, he was surrounded by a strong man and surrounded by water.
 Several people stood with large muscles in front and hugged their arms. Their faces were full of trouble.
 Yu Sheng dang a soft and collapsed soy milk bag, looked at the gloomy stare at his broom head, looked at him for a while, and greeted him: "Friend, do I know you?"
 It’s okay not to ask. As soon as I said the words, the face of the broom head was even more ugly in an instant: "You fucking--"
 After a curse, he suddenly remembered that he was the one who brought his brother to block the person. His voice suddenly changed from annoyance to disdain: "Yu Sheng, do you think that you can pass it by acting silly?"
 Broom head smoked, laughed, narrowed his eyes and raised his chin: "Lao Tzu tells you, if we don't beat you down on your knees and call dad today, we'll count on a trip! You--"
 Yu Sheng patted his head: "Ah."
 Broom head: "..."
 The condensed momentum was caught off guard. The broom head was flaming and his eyes were glaring, about to explode. Yu Sheng had picked up the bag again and grasped the time to swallow two quick soy milks.
 "friend……"
 Yu Sheng finally remembered who he really was, rubbed his ears with pain, and cut off the conversation before he continued to waste time talking nonsense.
 "I just said casually that day that you wouldn't really go out to rain and walk and hit the wall. Did the exam get the proctor three times?"
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 Yu Sheng is born with a Crow Mouth. Nothing good he says comes true, whereas everything bad he says does.
 In the last exam before summer vacation for his 2nd year of High School, “Troublemaker” Yu Sheng from the terrifying Central Third High jinxes himself into the place where the cream of the crop gathers — The Provincial Interhigh Summer Camp.
 Because of his face, he was picked to be the partner of Province’s No. 1 high schooler.
 The night before their finals, the undefeatable Young Master Yu who has never blanched before speaks up. He hurtles tonnes of tr*sh-talk at the No. 1 Home Tutor who slams the door on him—
 You were almost late to the exam!
 You almost forgot to shade your MCQ!
 You nearly got off-topic in your essay!
 The invigilators were all flocking around you!
 You can only score 50 points more than the city’s No. 2 at most!
 ……
 Later, when he outscores the city’s No. 2 by 50 points in his Sciences, Jin Linkun faces the media who swarm him and answers simply when asked the secret to his excellent marks.
 “Study hard, study smart, and have a good attitude.”
 Jin Linkun: “And also, find a little Crow Mouth to fall in love with.”
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 My lover has always been a little pitiful, but he will eventually turn into a big BOSS;
 My lover has always been in love with me at first sight, but I also think he is very pleasing to the eye.
 My lover has always been jealous, but I didn’t know what he’s jealous of. It is really troubling.
 My lover has always had two faces; the face he shows others and the one he shows me which are completely different. It’s very confusing…
 Bai Duan: This is my life. ╮(╯▽╰)╭
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 The elder master in Shen’s refused female secretary to maintain his image，thus the girl, who was beautiful and tough, lost her job. Later, she became the secretary of the young master, a playboy.
 As a secretary, she not only had to help the playboy deal with the enemy but also help him deal with women. At the same time, she also had to face suspicion and attacks.
 She fought her way to gain his trust and became his best assistant. However, things changed quietly.
 She noticed that he was getting closer and closer and wanted to remind him not to cross the line, but he said, “If we don’t cross the line, how can we fall in love?”
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 After three days of working nonstop, Cheng Zhaoci has transmigrated (read: had a stroke) as is everyone’s wish.
 What does it feel like to transmigrate into a male, the rarer s*x of the insectoid race?
 Cheng Zhaoci would reply, ‘yeah never mind that, there is still work that is my job to do.’
 One day, the internet of the insectoids that had a sore lack of entertainment media suddenly featured a new account that had short serial comics. The comics had sweet love, passionate fighting, and all sorts of imaginative stories. Many fans flock to follow this account. Of course, many shemales were sceptical of the 1-to-1 monogamous love depicted in those comics.
 Later, when Wing Commander Wei Zhuo was deep behind enemy lines, his xiongzhu, the Wing Commander Cheng Zhaoci came to rescue him without hesitation. That is when the shemales realised – there certainly can be sweet, sweet, love. It just doesn’t belong to them.
 The shemales only want to smile and wave them away.
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 Jiang Chengyi didn’t understand, he had the looks, qualifications and strength, but in this place of entertainment, why couldn’t he compare to Han Tian?
 Han Tian stole the role he should have played, stole his agent, stole his fiancée, set him up to lose his reputation and Yu Rui, and even killed him. It was only after his death that Jiang Chengyi realized that he was only a supporting character in a book that told the story of a normal man who became the godfather of the entertainment industry.
 He would never be that miserable cannon fodder again, and he would cherish the one who always stood by his side!
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 The dead broke small streamer Zong Qi received a random message one day.
 Zong Qi: ? tr*sh commercial, deleted
 That night, he got pulled onto the set of a horror film and was informed that if he didn’t shoot it… He’ll die.
 He was lucky that the actors were all working as hard as they could, and the director only needed to stand around and watch the show.
 But because he had been given way too much, Zong Qi didn’t hesitate at all before making his own changes.
 Under his false identity was an ‘evil mastermind’ that fought with the actors on everything.
 The immoral things he’s done on set include but aren’t limited to–
 Personally putting makeup on the ghost, teaching actors how to mess and change the script, switching ‘sides’ at crucial times…
 People as arrogant as him usually don’t have good endings when their identities were revealed.
 What Zong Qi didn’t expect was that instead of the actors joining up for revenge, an unlucky bastard’s whose plans had been spoilt by him countless times appeared instead.
 The man took off his glasses, revealing a pair of closed eyes, his face beautiful and cold.
 The brush dipped in paint hooked past the young man’s neck, full of danger.
 “You dirtied my brush.”
 He smirked, drawling, “As punishment, I’ll dirty you.”
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 "Dad! Run! Mom is catching up!" 
 "Running as fast as I can!" 
 "Stop right there, you two! I told you not to fight in the house! My favorite vase! Blade One Yang!" 
 "Ahhhhhhh!" X2 
 Jin: Brother Kaido, Big Sister Lily and Miss Yamato are fighting again. 
 Quinn: It seems that Brother was training Miss Yamato and broke Big Sister's favorite vase. 
 Everyone: That's no wonder (covering face) 
 (The author was disgusted by the clowns in Wano Country in One Piece, and opened this book because he likes the character Kaido. This is a newcomer's work. If there is anything wrong, I hope you can point it out.)
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 When the mental patient Qiao Mu entered the strange game, he felt that he had truly returned home. 
 Here, knowledge brings pollution, cognition causes erosion, and belief creates alienation. The more you see, the more unfortunate you become. 
 With endless murmurs in his ears and bright red text in his field of vision, Qiao Mu discovered that he seemed to be able to see hundreds of millions more dots than others. 
 【Don’t blink! This is just an ordinary trash can. It will never suddenly move behind your back and swallow your head in one bite when you blink. If you don’t believe me, you can try it! 】 
 [Food made from the flesh and blood of unknown creatures can barely be used to make ends meet when one's life is in danger, but one must be careful not to eat more than ten in a short period of time! 】 
 [It's hungry now, you have to be prepared. I mean, you're pretty confident about your taste, aren't you? 】 
 But Qiao Mu knew very well that he was not sick. 
 ——The world is sick. 
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 Keywords: original unlimited flow, Cthulhu, urban legend, running group, sand sculpture, mental patient. This is a healthy, sunny and positive novel.
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 A small skeleton in the undead world inadvertently passed through to the end of the world. His limited IQ found that his boss seemed to be weak. As a good value, he decided to protect the boss first. When he was annoyed, he would do it directly. Turn the boss to his own position. Gao Shuo inadvertently encountered a strange encounter. At first, he used this skeleton as a combat partner to raise it. Until one day, this skeleton became a man, and Gao Shuo made a new decision. Don’t hesitate to rush to eat. Meng pet sweet text! ! ! (Little Skeleton) The Lord is accepted by the Lord! ! ! The important thing is that the protagonist can be transformed between the monks and the people three times.
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 Qi Huan and Qu Jianshen grew up together since childhood, and even though Qu Jianshen had a face more handsome than any male star in the entertainment industry, she never had any other thoughts about him.
 She didn’t until she was told by her parents that they had been engaged by her grandfather’s generation.
 Qi Huan’s first thought was to refuse, but no one wanted to cancel a marriage contract made by the elders. So she asked her best friend to help her come up with ideas to make Qu Jianshen to refuse too, so that maybe her parents’ side will give up.
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 My old man pointed to the flower-like woman and said, "Call her mother from now on." He then pointed to a flower-bud-like girl and said, "This is your little sister."
 My sister is not cute.
 She is arrogant, taciturn, and weird, but she knows how to please our parents.
 She is two-faced and deceitful, but it seems like she only treats me that way.
 I care for her, try to please her as much as I could, but she still dislikes me.
 Until one day, I found out her secret, our relationship begins to get a little bit weird...
 Statement
 · This book does not have incest, does not involve taboo topics.
 · This book is a typical online fast food literature. It is like a glass of cool and delicious orange soda in the hot summer. If you want to drink cappuccino, please go to the search bar and find something else.
 · The update speed of this book requires your comment and recommendation. Thank you for your support.
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 The MC was a former WCG Shanghai champion and ranked 8th in the world. For some unknown reason he didn’t take part and disappeared. At some time later he was working at a brothel during the launch of a new almost realistic VRMMORPG . So the employer decided to close the brothel and with her group (including the MC) playing the game for fortune.
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 Su Qiubai was your ordinary taxi driver in the city. Bored, lonely and with a dog as his only companion, life couldn’t be any more dull for him. However, that all changed when his taxi’s navigator spoke to him. Now everyday has become an adventure!
 With the ability to fight crime (and preserve justice) and travel through space-time in order to complete his tasks, there was one common thing people questioned: Who is Su Qiubai? What will he do? What will he achieve?
 There is only one way to find out!
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