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 Yu Sheng frowned and raised his head briefly from the battle with the system.
 The black shirt was stuck in the doorway, carrying two cups of porridge in his hand. The slack slack frame was rarely distracted by Tian Jiang's name. He was looking up at the loud speaker.
 Under everyone's attention, the black shirt tilted his head for a while, looked away, crossed the planes with the question of "Is your school usually the same as usual?", and looked directly at Yu sitting in the last row Sheng.
 Yu Sheng: "..."
 Duan Lei sat on the side, leaned out his head, and looked carefully.
 He was a little myopic. It was too far away from here. I couldn’t see the exact appearance of the people at the door. I only knew that the width of the shoulders and legs were 1.58 meters upwards. A black shirt with an elite atmosphere in the workplace.
 If it weren’t for the two cups of Xiaomi porridge from the Nanmenwai Street store in the congee, it is estimated that they could be more elite.
 In any case, this existence, even if it only seems, is obviously not a class with their group of high school students who are wearing school uniforms and running through the corridors.
 Duan Lei looked at the door to see Yu Sheng, swallowed and spit, carefully worded: "Brother Sheng, your father... so young?"
 Yu Sheng greeted the black shirt and took a deep breath without expression.
 The tortured mouse finally snapped overwhelmed and broke.
 Two minutes later, Yu Sheng put two band-aids on his hands, standing exhausted in the empty corridor.
 The mouse is broken and needs to be replaced with a new one. That camera can't be used now. Under the perseverance and perseverance of the director of the Education Department to read it again without moving, Yu Sheng still swallowed a bite of blood and closed his eyes and exited the examination room.
 The black shirt was shocked and withdrew, carrying two glasses of porridge and standing outside waiting for him.
 Probably, he didn't expect things to be so big, he saw Yu Sheng, opened his mouth, and coughed hardly: "That--"
 Yu Sheng's hair is written with indifference: "Dad?"
 Black shirt: "..."
 It seems that there is no way to chat here this day.
 Yu Sheng glanced at him, saw the two cups of porridge, closed his eyes, and pressed the irritable temper straight to the top of the forehead: "My stomach pain has nothing to do with you."
 The black shirt froze slightly, raising his eyebrows.
 "You don't need--"
 Yu Sheng opened his mouth, and felt that it was a bit too self-conscious to talk inexplicably. After half a sentence, he swallowed it back again, and said coldly: "I'll have a stomachache when I'm hungry. Don't get me wrong. Pancakes."
 The black shirt opened his mouth, not holding back, and chuckled.
 Yu Sheng was angry when he saw him laughing, and the words were clear. He turned to return to the examination room, but his arms were gently pulled by him.
 Before waiting for his attack, one hand was pressed against the top of his head, and he patted twice slowly, and two heavy millet porridges fell into his arms: "Obey."
 Yu Sheng was slightly stiff.
 He hasn't heard the word in a long time.
 The deep, mellow voice seemed to shake out of the chest, and the tail sound concealed a little lazy and casual temper.
 The hand on the top of the head was warm and dry, and a little temperature fell through the hair top, mixed with black tea fragrance that did not know where. The millet porridge is still a little hot, and it is attached to the stomach through the clothes, and the pain in the stomach is pulled down inexplicably.
 Yu Sheng held those two cups of millet porridge and shook his mind briefly.
 Without waiting for him to throw the porridge back, the black shirt had withdrawn his hand and promptly withdrew the shortest radius he could shoot.
 Yu Sheng felt that he was not a very violent person. He changed the porridge into his hands and glanced at him angrily: "I tried it, I didn't plan to do it with you."
 The black shirt was inexplicably promoted by the director of the Education Department, respecting the role, still standing cautiously away from him one meter away, nodding comfortably: "Good boy."
 Yu Sheng: "..."
 After the exam, you can probably get an appointment.
 Do it directly, fight that kind of death.
 The invigilator walked back and forth a few times, and his mouse had changed.
 Yu Sheng didn't want to devote his precious time in the afternoon to such a meaningless waste of life. He rubbed his temple and went back to continue to brush questions. His eyes swept back and recovered the black shirt that was lazy in the corridor before, but the footsteps Involuntarily paused.
 Nanmenwai Street is not too far from here. You can try to cross the wall and run out to buy two cups of porridge. Even if Yu Sheng has never been a target for failing, he has never seen such a free operation.
 Especially the other party looks like a good student.
 Yu Sheng's own results have always been stable under the pass line, but he always respects the efforts of students with good results. The few students in the third high school who study hard are only covered by him, so they have a room to concentrate on learning.
 Yu Sheng looked at the time, and then looked at the people who were still leisurely leaning in the corridor. They couldn't help but frowned: "Don't you take the exam?"
 "test."
 The black shirt rubbed his forehead: "The system is too perverted. I have to answer again as soon as I can. I can't stand it anymore.
 Yu Sheng's eyes widened in surprise.
 It is actually a scum.
 Just looking at his face, he really did not expect that the other party would have the same troubles as him.
 Probably the problem was too much collapsed. Suddenly someone stood on the same line with himself. Yu Sheng was inexplicably irritated, and the original anger also disappeared. "
 "Thirteen times."
 The black shirt sighed slightly, noticed the word "Ye" he used, and raised his eyebrows a bit unexpectedly, "Friend, are you so stuck?"
 "Thirteen times you don't look for skills..."
 Yu Sheng had no choice but to teach him the experience: "Just pinch the pulse to answer the question. One question with six heartbeats just happens not to be stopped, but you can still spend time."
 In order not to give candidates a clear concept of time, the question bank is displayed in full screen, and there is no place for countdown. Yu Sheng tried to look at the table of the examination room, who knew that the **** silent quartz clock's second hand was rotating at a constant speed, and it was impossible to pinch where the five seconds were.
 Having completely overturned the previous speculation about the black shirt, Yu Sheng glanced at him and rolled up his sleeves: "Do you feel the pulse?"
 The teenager hasn't started to draw a formal strip yet, his bones are thin, and his thin wrists are exposed from the cuffs.
 I can't see the neat force when beating people.
 The black shirt raised his eyebrows.
 He looked at the teenager in front of him, his narrow eyes hidden behind the lens, and he bent a little bit with interest.
 "will not."
 He moved closer, Xuan's broad shoulders leaned down, and he took the initiative to reach out, his voice low: "You teach me?"
 Yu Sheng: "..."
 This person always has the ability to re-remind himself how much he owes when he just doesn't want to beat him.
 Just seven times after being stuck by the system, Yu Sheng looked at the warrior who had not seen the card out 13 times in front of him, adjusted his mind, pulled his wrist, grabbed the other hand and pointed it up:" Are you looking for it?"
 The boy's hands were slender, his bones were clear, his knuckles and palm skin were touching, and he quickly dyed each other's temperature.
 The black shirt frowned, raising his eyes: "Why are your hands so cold?"
 Yu Sheng took a deep breath.
 Teach him to brush questions and time, he will not take the pulse, teach him to find the pulse, but still think his hands are cold.
 This person really owes a certain degree to be able to live to the present, is really a miracle created by this face.
 Once again silently thinking that the other party was stuck 13 full times, Yu Sheng ignored his words, pressed down with his **** and asked a word: "Find, write, no, yes?"
 Aware of the immense murderous intention of the teenager on the verge of explosion, the black shirt nodded in time, concisely: "I found it."
 Yu Shenggong retreated, shook his hand away, and turned back to the classroom.
 Three hours passed by one minute and one second.
 Almost solemnly finished the answer to the last question, Yu Sheng submitted it, threw away the mouse, and threw himself back into the chair.
 The bell at the end of the morning rang.
 The students, who were almost torn by the overwhelming amount of questions, immediately flowed out of the examination rooms.
 The third middle school, familiar with the terrain, went straight to the canteen, like a locust crossing. The provincial key students who came to the exam had classrooms specially arranged for lunch breaks, and most of them brought lunch, and were filling their stomachs while discussing the exam questions today.
 The question bank does not prohibit skipping answers, nor does it limit the order in which questions are answered. Many people tried to memorize the answers and compare them. Only when they met each other did they find that the order of the questions was different. In addition, the amount of questions was too large and the knowledge points were too scattered. In the afternoon, review notes for several subjects.
 Yu Sheng didn't squeeze with the big troops, he was paralyzed in his chair, and he swam back intently and blood.
 "Brother Sheng, brother Sheng?"
 Duan Lei took the schoolbag in the past and helped him bring the clothes back together: "Does your stomach still hurt? Do you need to rest for a while? I will buy some for you?"
 Yu Sheng rubbed his wrist and shook his head: "No, it's all over."
 He got up, glanced at the two empty cups of millet porridge, he paused, took them together, and threw them into the trash.
 He actually doesn't like porridge at all. He always thinks that soup and water are not addictive. It is better to eat rice noodles and steamed buns.
 But today's millet porridge is really well stewed, soft and sweet, and put a lot of red dates. He bit the straw while answering the question, and unknowingly finished both cups of porridge.
 When there is something in his stomach, he doesn't feel pain. Yu Sheng rubs his sour eyes staring at the screen and puts on his jacket: "Go, let's eat."
 "Good-Brother Sheng, you're finished so soon?"
 Duan Lei hurried to follow up: "I really broke down in the back, and I wanted to be blinded by the feeling. As a result, neither fast nor slow, nor even a number, I went back and asked questions honestly.
 He was a little discouraged and rubbed his hair: "I guess at my speed, I won't be able to answer even one day today..."
 Yu Sheng walked down in his school uniform and heard his words, then suddenly he had a meal.
 Duan Lei stopped blankly: "What's wrong... Forgot something?"
 "..."
 Yu Sheng had a headache, closed his eyes, and pressed his temple hard: "It's fine."
 Of course, it is possible to answer a thousand questions.
 Of course, the question bank system can't force people to stay, and you can blow up the computer without answering all the questions.
 …So why didn’t he sleep all morning and submit the papers directly if he couldn’t answer the question? He had to honestly finish all 1,000 questions?
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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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 Lingyun, a fierce and savage cultivation genius takes over a dead teenager’s body. Coincidentally, they are both named Lingyun. Set in a alternate version of the 21st century, teenager Lingyun has been killed by someone with a grudge.
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 Ling Huaan possessed peculiar eyes. He couldn’t see the living, but he has the ability to see ghosts. He runs a small supermarket with his profit obviously earned from the living people. But in fact, his massive income actually comes from finding out the cause of death of the wronged souls and helping them enter the cycle of reincarnation.
 There is a saying that has been circulating in the Underworld:
 The grocery store’s door is open. Ghosts must not come in if they have no money!
 Jiang Chengyan is the captain of the criminal investigation team of Yuncheng Municipal Bureau.
 He is busy everyday, and often works overtime. His dinner would mostly be instant noodles he had bought from the supermarket near the gate.
 But every time he went out shopping, he would always sense the gloomy atmosphere surrounding the market. But he’s a firm atheist, so it‘s reasonable for him to go. (Actually, I think the supermarket owner is quite a good-looking fellow and has good disposition.)
 By an incidental chance, Ling Huaan suddenly received a huge order. If he could do it, he will no longer have to worry about food and clothing in his lifetime. But it’s quite difficult, thus, Ling Hua’an naturally approached Jiang Chengyan.
 Afterwards, Jiang Chengyan who is a firm atheist, had his three views broken, and it was really sweet…
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 Independent game producer Fang Qi travels to the future of parallel time and space, and spends his days having fun in the gaming industry. He inadvertently becomes a "demigod, half dog" in the hearts of players. In his spare time, he battles wits and courage with his boss, and accidentally defeats the female CEO. Got a girlfriend 
 On the Star Game Alliance Annual Awards podium, the host said: "Mr. Fang Qi, the game developed by you has won the best of the year six times in a row. Can you tell me how you achieve such high productivity and frequent masterpieces?" Posted by? Where does the inspiration for the gameplay ideas in your game come from? Also, why are the games you have made recently becoming more and more difficult? " 
 Fang Qi: "I can't help it. My girlfriend cleared the level too quickly. I went through so much trouble just to stop her!"
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 Past life, her spirit root was dug out from her body. She had wholeheartedly dedicated herself to the just path, but she was sentenced as an evil demonic cultivator.
 Returning back to her juvenile years, she turns the tide. Against natural order, she had been reborn. Those who had deceived and humiliated her, she would return it to them a hundredfold with additional thanks.
 Studying her own blood vessels, she recasts the best quality spirit roots. She destroys those rascal clansmen and returned home with glory!
 The rules of the world do not hold her down; this time around she kills through the righteous path.
 He is the universally admired spirit emperor, high above others, cold, proud and aloof. But every night he sneaks into her room and takes liberties. “Little runt, won’t you think it over?”
 “Do I have a choice?”
 “You can choose from giving birth once or giving birth twice.”
 “Why must I?!”
 “Because you stole my heart.”
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 An inspirational story about mutual growth and love follows a singer and a 4th-year computer major.
 Liang Chen and Lu Jing are two people who shine in their respective fields. Through the purest, most beautiful sound, Liang Chen aims to bring good music to her audience.
 Lu Jing who loves computing and analytics is highly recognized for his work in the study of complex human behaviors. Lu Jing who is a popular gamer is also Liang Chen’s loyal fan and her junior at school. Two people who were originally strangers chasing after their own dreams cross paths.
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 This is a story about a glutton and a second generation court official.
 When her heart was pierced by ten thousand arrows, Wen Rou suddenly went back into the time when she was much younger.
 With a wave of her pots and pans, the finest cuisines are created.
 Make way, make way, the lady chef is here!
 Wen Shouzhen: “Rou Er, the choice is yours to make! ”
 Shen Yaoshan, “Choose me, choose me!”
 Ren Yue, “Go away, I am her prince charming, not you!”
 Wen Rou facepalmed, “Aiyo, ~(@^_^@)~”
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 If you are good enough, why don’t you fly to the heavens, and rise side by side with the sun?
 This is about a girl who played using a male character, carefully building up her strength, guarding her wallet to one day be able to sponsor her male idol.
 This is the story of a group of mentally insane people.
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 Tang Xiao had two wishes so far, the first wish is to sponsor Mu Cheng. The second wish was to help every enemy of Su Muzhe!
 Female: Wife, I have died! When I die, hold me tight! That way, the ones who have come for revenge will know that we are a pair!
 Male: … …
 Everyone: Why aren’t you going to the heavens?!
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 Everyday, when Tang Xiao sat at home, she would first, number 1: kiss kiss pat pat and stare contentedly at the collection of naked posters of her male idol Mu Cheng that she had pasted all over her home.
 Secondly, she would play online games.
 With her male ID, Tang Xiao would cause havoc and uproar all over the game by confessing to girls constantly everyday, murdering all the men and generally, harassing people in public.
 Every single time, she raised havoc, a female ID named Su Muzhe would punch her and try to knock her to her senses.
 Thus a marriage began between a male ID who had a girl behind it, and a female ID who had a man behind it.
 While at the same time, Tang Xiao tried her very best to roll into the sheets of her male idol, not knowing that she was already associated with him in the 2D world.
 This is the story of how Tang Xiao was shamelessly bribed by her male idol to marry his character with naked posters of himself, and how every time she announced she wanted to sleep with him, she was punched.
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 BL/Yaoi
 Author: 筱玄 Xiao Xuan
 Translators: xiin. Editors: alamerysl, BlueBug
 Genre: Adventure, Comedy, Completed, Quick Transmigration
 chrysanthemum garden
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 Xue Ling is a nine-tailed fox who has been cultivating for thousands of years but lost all his tails in a moment of capriciousness.
 Tails are easy to self-destruct, but not easy to recover. In order to restore his human figure, he must struggle to destroy the plot, forcibly change the protagonist’s fate, and be the cannon fodder in the first line of attack.
 But why are these plots more and more irrational? The setup is getting more and more weird, and what is with this person that is showing up in every single world?
 It seems that before going through all these worlds, he has forgotten some very important affairs?
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 Su Xuanyan: Yes, you’ve forgotten me.
 Xue Ling: Get lost! (▼皿▼#) Clearly every time you are the one that doesn’t remember anything!
 Su Xuanyan: Oh, this is purely an accident.
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 Pei Jiu picked up a girl by the riverside. He settled her on the mountain, and planned to send her back once she recovered. This delicate girl was a useless crybaby, so Pei Jiu had to be a nice person. He cooked her food and washed her clothes. He let the troublesome girl ride on his shoulders so she could pick fruits. During winter, he would warm up the bed for her. One day, she hugged Pei Jiu’s arm with a smile. “Big Brother Pei, you’re really an honest and a good man. I will marry you and give birth to your babies!”
 Pei Jiu eyed her critically and scathingly enumerated her shortcomings. She was ignorant and spoiled. She only knew how to pester and flirt with people all day long. Give birth to babies? Go ahead, give birth to caterpillars.
 The delicate girl bawled so hard that she passed out. The next day, Pei Jiu returned to his mansion and told his servants to prepare for his wedding ceremony. When he returned to the mountain in the evening, Pei Jiu opened the door as usual, but he found that the cheeky girl had disappeared. He searched the whole mountain for her to no avail. No one would act like a spoiled brat in front of him anymore. What a headache.
 Note : 娇 (jiāo) : tender/delicate/pampered/spoiled
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 A Man who only know how to pit others, cross into the Uzumaki Naruto, with the strongest system to create the strongest harem. Keke ~ ~ said wrong, to create the strongest Hokage. An otaku: “Wait, let me see what this daily task is, um, very simple, kick the 3rd Hokage’s ass. Well, I admit that you can pit me, Hokage ass is not something a common man can kick. Or, even if you kicked, can the ANBU ninja let me go? God, who will save me.” A system: “I am God.” A otaku: “……….” “You see, I am going to do it. Isn’t it just kicking someone ass? What’s the big deal? After 18 years, Laozi will be a hero.”
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 Bunga kembar, penampilan unik kakak perempuan itu, adalah harapan seluruh keluarga, dan telah ditetapkan sebagai proto surga.
 Karena kelahirannya yang tidak menyenangkan, ia menjadi memalukan bagi seluruh keluarga.
 Kakak perempuan Penatua Jin Zunyugui, dia tampak kedinginan.
 Kejahatan hati manusia mencurahkan ular berbisa.
 Tepat ketika klan menjilati saudara perempuannya, berharap bahwa saudara perempuannya dapat berlindung di klan, para suster “pergi dengan sedan yang salah.”
 Ular beracun ini bahkan menikahi Protoss, dan menjadi bencana bagi seluruh orang …
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 After graduating, Shen NingXin became an intern at a company. The atmosphere in the company was nice, the work was relaxing, her coworkers all took care of her, except for her iceberg of a boss, who had a dark face all day and was devoid of any human feelings.
 “This plan is unqualified. Change it again.”
 “What’s the matter with this form? How many times have I told you before?”
 “If you can’t finish it today, don’t think about leaving tonight.”
 Shen NingXin felt as though she must’ve committed a great sin in her last life to have such an unlovable boss in this one.
 Until one day . . . she stumbled upon her boss’s dummy Weibo account.
 —After work today, nobody invited me for the group dinner. I’m so sad.
 —Xiao Zhang went on a vacation and secretly brought back souvenirs for everybody, but there was nothing for me. I saw it all. QAQ
 —Shen NingXin hasn’t talked to me the entire day. Did I make her hate me for scolding her too harshly yesterday . . .
 If it weren’t for seeing the pictures in the photo album, Shen NingXin would’ve never believed that this was actually her boss.
 It turned out that the iceberg was really a crybaby all along.
 What was even more unexpected was that she was topped by such a crybaby and . . . couldn’t resist it.
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