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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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 Xie Yishu was an outstanding student and the 7,621st graduate of Nanxi University. On the day of graduation, he wanted to propose to his boyfriend, but he ended up transmigrating unexpectedly. He transmigrated to Ancient Blue Planet and lived there for five years before he returned back.
 At first glance, nothing seemed to have changed. It was just hard to find a job and they discovered that his boyfriend had disappeared.
 Xie felt like he was played by fate: …
 In order to live, Xie Yishu became a nursery school activity teacher.
 There was a child in the nursery school named Bo Zai. He was chubby, cute, and soft. He looked like him when he was a child. The other teachers told Xie Yishu that the little child’s life was very pitiful.
 “He comes from a single-parent household. Only his dad takes care of him; he has no mother.”
 “His father seems to be a car mechanic.”
 “I heard that his father owed other people money. So, he had to often move from house to house and change nursery schools for the little one.”
 Xie Yishu’s heart was about to melt after learning the little one’s background.
 Until one night…
 The little child video called him and asked him in tears to accompany him to find his father.
 Xie Yishu looked at the picture sent by the little child. The man in the photo looked exactly like his college boyfriend.
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 Lin Yuetian: I’m a gentle, kind, reasonable, and hard-working person, with a remarkable IQ and EQ. My only wish is to achieve financial freedom and live in peace.
 Doctors and Psychologists: He is physically and mentally healthy.
 System: HaHa.
 Scumbag Gong(s): HaHa. #side-eye to the rows of graves whose grasses on top are taller than the next
 One sentence introduction: When a Gold medal Assassin was forced to transmigrate and do the task of abusing Scumbags. Conspiracy? Counterattack? Face-slapping? Why so serious? Dead men tell no tales~
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 Qu Jiuyi wore it, and dressed like a beauty like a cloud, the martial arts holy land of countless young men and women in the rivers and lakes-Broken Jade Palace, the son of the palace owner.
 But before Qu Jiuyi became the head, he lived tremblingly–
 Because the disciples in the broken jade palace have always passed on females but not males.
 There are only two paths left for the man in the palace, either breed or die! 
 However, after becoming the head, Qu Jiuyi found that the eyes of the palace crowd were more enthusiastic when looking at him.
 “I like men.” Qu Jiuyi broke the boat, the palace man turned his head and caught him Xie Xiu, the genius doctor of the beautiful man in the world.
 The Broken Jade Palace was not saved.
 On the day Xie Xiu quietly let go, Qu Jiuyi heard the conversation between the sisters in the palace.
 “The palace lord is a bisexual, androgynous body as the head. I have to solve problems for the palace lord. We must be satisfied whether the palace lord likes men or women!”
 Wait, double what?
 The eyes of Xie Xiu, the genius doctor who had always looked at Qu Jiuyi, lit up instantly.
 # Outsiders think that I am an exclusive sex monster # 
 # Actually Gongzhong all treats me as sisters # 
 # I’m really a pure grandfather #
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 Dong Feng Community has two Qiao. The elder Qiao was short and stuttered with a fate of a cannon fodder. The little Qiao was smart and beautiful and she was born a winner.
 Their father was paralyzed, little Qiao encouraged her mother to remarry and leave the paralyzed father to Elder Qiao.
 Elder Qiao, who was destined to live a miserable life, became lucky after saving a small koi.
 The paralyzed father stood up and became a supermarket chain tycoon.
 One of her younger twin brothers became a medical brain and the other became a star.
 As for herself, she had changed her body, owning fair skin and beautiful long legs!
 Father loves stepmother, grandparents hold her in their hands and dote on her.
 Huo Chi, the big boss, drove back in the limousine, proposed to Elder Qiao in public, and spoiled her like a little princess!
 The days of being adored couldn’t get even better!
 Watching the wealthy Qiao family, the remarried mother regretted it and cried to come back.
 Little Qiao panicked even more: This script is wrong…
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 “Your stats are lower than that of your average person.”
 The weakest by a mile among the otherworldlers of class 1-A, Takatsuki Makoto.
 The Heroes and Sages who had cheat skills in his class had went off, and the base set lifespan is 10 years?
 The Great Demon Lord is going to revive soon?
 I am a Mage Apprentice?
 Isn’t the balance way too bad? This damn Isekai is a tr*sh game!
 “Want to be my believer?”, the Goddess that told me this has zero believers!
 Aah, this is bad…I don’t think I can clear this. The Goddess with zero believers is an incredible beauty, and she is telling me she is imprisoned somewhere and is waiting to be saved. My last and hardest mission is to save the Goddess.
 Clearing this Isekai that only has adversities, the story of the weakest mage.
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 Kyros Steele was the strongest warrior in the Omega Kingdom. But when the Great War of All began, this kingdom fell. Kyros was captured.
 Destined to become a slave through necromancy, Kyros could only curse at his led bitter life.
 But on his final moments, he meets an eccentric Old Man who claimed to be the God of Time.
 Much like Kyros, this Old Man was fated for suffering and defeat. Because the God of Time could not be killed, the Great Gods conspired to curse him and make him human first. And so the God of Time escaped but was now human. Even if he used his powerful magic to send his consciousness back in time, he would still be defeated, for his soul was no longer a god but a man.
 Helpless as his time-traveling rebirth would easily fail, the God of Time offers and asks for Kyros's help. He would send Kyros back along with his own consciousness back in time. This would hide the God of Time from his enemies and give Kyros the chance to fulfill his revenge.
 Just when the two were about to time travel, a shocking mystery caused the God of Time to marvel in awe. Kyros was not a human but had the bloodline of the most accursed and dangerous race of all.
 Kyros is the legendary Nephilim.
 And so begins the Ascension of the Nephilim.
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 This is a story of Xia An, a transmigrator from the end of the world, who transmigrates into the body of a cannon fodder who was the mother of the villain.
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 [Creating Pumpkinmancer Class: Confirm?]
 Pro VR Gamer Jack O’Neil died as tragically as he lived: betrayed, then eaten by ducks! Luckily, fate gave him a second chance when he found himself coming back to the past.
 Watch as he makes his return as a Ranker, even stronger than before! This time he aims to become number one and clear all regrets from his previous life. He will right all wrongs and wrong all rights! — Eh…what?!
 To all the Players and NPCs of the gaming world of ‘INFINITE’:
 F … ⎧ᴿᴵᴾ⎫
 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
 Welcome to Rise of The PP: Pumpkins &amp; Chaos
 It’s huge! That’s what she said as she saw the massive…undead army!
 This is a tale of a beautiful friendship between a kind young man and his many peculiar undead summons. So what if a few in-game realms end up being destroyed? *Shrug*
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 ——Attention may Contain——
 - Amazing PP (Peerless Pumpkinmancer)
 - Badass MC (Shows people his PP Class)
 - Awesome Gaming world (INFINITE!!!)
 - Bullied NPCs (PP hard to handle)
 - NPC Waifus (2D becoming 3D!)
 - Magic (PP Magic is best magic)
 - Multiverse (PP across worlds!)
 - 100% sane friends (Officially)
 - Guild Wars (PP VS guilds!)
 - Scorned beauties (No BS!)
 - Taming (Cool travel pets!)
 - Secrets (PP finding stuff!)
 - Pumpkins (Spooky!)
 - R18 tag (?!?)
 - Much more!
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 Little Red Riding Hood is ill and has only one more month to live, so she decides to live in a hospice. The attitude of the staff here is very unsatisfactory.
 “What kind of service attitude do you have here?” Little Red Riding Hood was angry.
 “You’re a dying person, do you still need to care about our attitude?” The Dean.
 “What happened to serving the dying people? I spent the money, and I demand the best service from you.” Little Red Riding Hood was angry.
 “You’re a dying person, do you still need to care about the serving?” The Dean.
 “Can you stop repeating about me dying here and there? Believe it or not, I will complain about you.” Little Red Riding Hood was furious.
 “You are a dying person with such a narrow mind.” The Dean.
 Little Red Riding Hood cried in anger~~~~
 “Congratulations, you have been accepted into our company.” The Dean
 Underworld Group’s The Honoring Life branch welcomes you.
 What Fortune 500, our headquarters is the underworld…
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 The heroine is sick, she is dying, and is admitted to a hospice.
 The dean of the hospice handed the heroine a contract and said, “Come on, sign this and this man is yours.”
 The heroine signed it. Anyway, I’m dying, so I don’t care about doing anything.
 The male protagonist is also sick, and due to the sickness always wants to commit suicide.
 Male protagonist: Why every time I commit suicide, there is always a woman to seduce me.
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 Introduction to the Glory of the Sun God.
 A life with the power of the sun, through the story of the world of Marvel.
 The sun in mythology is the great existence that controls the alternating of time series, the growth of all things, the restraint of all dark evils, the master of light and flame.
 The sun in reality is a member of the star. The greatest celestial body in the universe. It is the ultimate existence of magnetic attraction.
 What happens when these forces are concentrated on one person.
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 A story of time-travel. Sly and cunning, she unexpectedly became a sickly noble lady whose fiancé is merciless and demotes her to a lowly concubine. She sneers and bravely breaks off the engagement. To hell with scumbags, marry heirs to lords, blind the courts with her brilliance.
 But, my Lord, we agreed that we are only partnering to scheme against others, when did you start to treat acting as real? Hey, hey, don’t touch me.
 The Lord smiled slyly, “Your hands are too cold, let me help you warm them… Your feet are cold too, let me help you warm them.”
 “Why don’t you just say that my whole body is cold and you need to warm it all up”, Murong Xue said indignantly.
 The Lord nodded, “Good idea!”
 Murong Xue – speechless. Hey hey hey, where, where are you putting your hands?
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 Qin Hao, the world-renowned Chinese online game designer, was bizarrely reincarnated into an unfamiliar and vast world of practice and became the nine princes of Qin who were demoted to the frontier. 
 At a certain moment, Qin Hao suddenly discovered that he had hundreds of millions of mythological genes brought from the earth in his body! 
 “Get enough energy to activate the ancient god Houyi gene!” 
 A vast figure that pierced the sky and stood up from the end of the earth, and suddenly pulled away the great archaic bow in his hand. The divine light condensed into an arrow, tearing the void like lightning, shattering the sky. 
 That day, the world was shocked!
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