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 Yu Sheng felt that this person must be sick.
 How could anyone be so familiar that they couldn't help but want to send fists to his face.
 The hand on his head hadn't been moved away yet, Yu Sheng moved his arm, and inexplicably didn't lift it.
 Yu Sheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Hands away."
 His reaction to the back of the neck, which seemed to be grabbed by fate, aroused the interest of the black shirt. He went up against the difficulties and rubbed it tentatively.
 Immediately afterwards, the whole person leaned back backwards lightningly, dangling and dangling to avoid Yu Sheng's fierce punching style.
 The black shirt leaned back on the stool, dangling against the table, raised his head, and looked like he wanted to talk.
 The legs of the painted wooden stool were propped up on the ground, in disrepair, and creaked with his movements.
 Yu Sheng turned around and left, opening the door for him.
 A little old door panel hit the iron wardrobe behind the door heavily, and there was a cyclical echo in the corridor of few people.
 The black shirt opened his mouth and said nothing more.
 The original posture was a bit more difficult. He leaned his back on the edge of the table, the stool leaned back again, bent his arm and leaned on the table.
 Yu Sheng opened the door wider.
 Realizing his determination to drop off, the black shirt raised his eyebrows and leaned on the arm of the table to prepare to stand up.
 ...
 The next second, the stool finally squeaked overwhelmed.
 Then it suddenly broke into a place.
 Black shirt: "..."
 Yu Sheng: "..."
 Yu Sheng leaned on the door frame and looked at the rare black shirt sitting in a stool part. He remained silent for a few seconds, raised his hand over his forehead, and shook his shoulders twice.
 "It's not me, it's the hand that the stool moves."
 The black shirt really fell down this time, and he didn’t even pick up his glasses. He was awake for a while before recovering, leaning on his waist and standing up: "Do you use compensation? To be honest, I think it can actually be put together, Need some tools...friend, can you wait for me to leave before laughing?"
 Yu Sheng was unmoved by his request, leaning on the door and shaking his shoulders.
 The black shirt sighed, patted his trousers and squatted down, gathering up the strips of wood.
 He was tall and long legs, so that even half-squat inexplicably showed some chic, the waistline of the shirt was gathered up neatly and wrinkled, and the spine line was outlined clearly with the movement.
 It's a pity that he doesn't seem to have such a handsome self-knowledge at all. He still squats on the ground, and his mind is struggling with the stool on the floor.
 "okay."
 Yu Sheng smiled enough, rubbed his eyes casually, the tone was rare and better: "Ten dollars, don't worry about it."
 The stool is provided in the dormitory, which is regarded as school property.
 This thing is very practical. In the hands of generations of three middle school students, it has been smashed up and hit countless things, including but not limited to windows, iron doors, and heads. When it breaks is a very easy thing. The total compensation is not much, and no one has paid attention to it because of this.
 But the black shirt obviously didn't think so, still picking up two pieces of wood persistently and trying to fight together: "Ten dollars, a lot."
 Yu Sheng glanced at his shirt worth at least two hundred stools: "You don't go to the exam, just fix the stool here?"
 "According to what you have taught. After you hand in the papers, you are lost in your school. You want to ask for a polite way, and then you are thrown up and thrown on the ground."
 The black shirt finally tried to put the parts together, shaking and holding the hand, without looking back, and the slender palm with long eyes protruded to the back: "Is there a hammer? Oxford dictionary is also fine."
 Yu Sheng: "..."
 Yu Sheng decided to let him continue to lose his way, no longer talking nonsense, turned over and handed him the wrench, found Zhang Xiapu to lie down, and pulled the book to cover his eyes.
 The fan buzzed, sending a cool breeze.
 I don't know when, the inexplicable irritability that has been entrenched in the chest seems to disappear faintly.
 "Considering that you don't like being patted on the shoulder, should we talk to each other?"
 The black shirt squatted on the ground and jingled to work in the local area, but the movement was still very skilled: "My name is Jin Linkun, Xianhuankun and Chenyingxi, the king, beside the word Wang, is not Kunming in Kunming.
 Yu Shengxin said who cares which one you are, and rubbed her hair impatiently: "Yu Sheng."
 He paused for a long time, until the black shirt felt that this was probably the introduction of each other, and began to repair the stool, and then continued to say: "... Sheng Shengsheng every night."
 The young man's voice came out from under the book, and it was a little boring, and the natural clearness and brightness could not be concealed.
 Clean, like the ice cubes in the summer sour plum soup clanging into the glass.
 Black shirt: "Good name."
 Yu Sheng ignored him and covered the book on his forehead.
 What a fart.
 I almost didn't think of an idiom with sheng.
 There was finally some movement from the room, no longer an empty silence. Yu Shengyu lay for a while with his eyes closed, listening to the sound of beating and beating on the edge, and tiredness came up little by little.
 Before falling asleep, he vaguely felt that the name Jin Linkun was somehow familiar, thinking for a long time without remembering where he had heard it, yawned, and closed his eyes completely.
 The night before the night, the lack of consciousness was severe. Yu Sheng opened his eyes again, and the sky outside was already dark.
 Yu Sheng sat up with his arms up, and he didn't know when the school uniform he had put on slipped down and fell to the ground.
 For a moment, he stooped to pick up his school uniform and looked at the dormitory.
 There was no one in the room quietly, and the door was closed.
 The stool was repaired, and the legs were tilted and leaned on the table legs in a very difficult posture, basically restoring the state of the moment of falling apart.
 It clearly embodies the character characteristics of the repairer's childish revenge, blind and tangled in meaningless points.
 Yu Sheng felt that his reading comprehension had never been so good.
 After a sleep, I got a lot of headaches, but I was still very tired. Yu Sheng yawned and propped himself up to turn on the light, but his eyes were suddenly attracted by the things on the table.
 Two cans of milk, a bag of biscuits.
 Two big red cans with a big eye boy's milk on the packaging.
 A bag of light green painted cartoon bear biscuits.
 ...
 Yu Sheng feels that this person is really a bit too much.
 The problem teenagers can not violate the discipline, but the problem teenagers will not drink Wangzi milk with bear biscuits. Yu Sheng lifted his legs and swept the stool back to the state of four feet on the ground. He threw milk and biscuits into the drawer ruthlessly, grabbed a row of missed calls, turned over, and picked one to hit back.
 "Sheng! Brother! Ah!!!"
 Duan Lei's loud voice exploded in an instant, and he rushed from the mobile phone to the earthquake: "Are you awake?! Look at the mobile phone, something serious is happening!"
 When Yu Sheng called, he didn't lean the phone against his ear, rubbed his forehead, put on his clothes and got up: "What happened, the school exploded?"
 "No! You look at the phone quickly, the ranking list comes out, you can check it on the official website!"
 Duan Lei was accustomed to his attitude, and he gave him gossip with excitement: "I heard that God is not the first! The rumor says that it seems that two people share the same, the system is regarded as tied for second, first It's empty. I don't know which dark horse is so powerful..."
 It's not clear why this group of people is enthusiastic about these specious gossips. Yu Sheng yawned again and opened the door to turn over the instant noodles. "So, do you change your idol now?"
 "impossible."
 Duan Lei denies: "Kun is still a god, the dark horse should be lucky, and he is a little bit right."
 The instant noodles in the cupboard were probably eaten up by the group of black animals before the holiday. Yu Sheng turned over for a while without success, and then went back to turn over the drawer.
 Duan Lei is still surging speculation about the mysterious dark horse, Yu Sheng finds out the gap between his stop and gasp, and asks the only interested question: "Did you say? What test is it? It takes so much effort Just for ranking?"
 "No, no, I heard what a provincial college alliance summer camp."
 This kind of thing is too far away from them, Duan Lei is not interested in this, and laughs at himself: "Take the top 100 in the city, saying that it is to ensure absolute fairness and justice, and give us these garbage high schools a chance to participate."
 His words followed a quick turn: "...but our school has to organize a "summer camp" for the top three hundred in the school according to the small rankings in the school! In fact, it is the junior high school sprint for the first three years of school-one and a half months in advance! The summer vacation is only forty days a month! I am just stuck at 301! Brother Sheng, you saved my life!"
 Yu Sheng stood for a while, frowning: "How many questions did you answer?"
 Duan Lei is also immersed in the happiness of not having to start school in advance: "472!"
 Yu Sheng: "..."
 Suddenly he felt an ominous hunch.
 He knew the level of Duan Lei's achievements. The correct rate of answering questions and the questions is almost the same. Occasionally catching up with luck, the latter may have a higher accuracy rate.
 But he was blinded to a thousand questions.
 From the perspective of probability.
 ...
 Yu Sheng did not study hard, but he still instinctively felt that his score might be higher than Duan Lei this time.
 He was deep in his heart, and asked Duan Lei the web site of the score check, and under the pillow, he drew out the computer and turned it on: "You said I am poisonous milk now, will it be useful?"
 "It's useless, it's all out..."
 Duan Lei still believes his mouth, hesitating for a while, hesitating to use his little brain capacity to reason: "Unless you said it before the exam-Brother Sheng, did you say nothing before the exam?"
 The author has something to say: Yu Sheng: ……………………
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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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 Zhou’s fourth son incurred debts whilst gambling, his mother was seriously ill, and the casino thugs wanted Man Bao to sell herself to them to offset the gambling debts. 
 The villagers claimed the Zhou family’s darling’s (Man Bao) good days has come to an end, and Mrs Zhou was crying while holding Man Bao’s hand. 
 Man Bao used her “system” and led her family to open up the wasteland, grow vegetables, plant medicinal materials, and open shops… 
 As the days got better, her sisters-in-law began to worry about Man Bao’s marriage. 
 “Man Bao, Mr Zhuang’s grandson looks good. He is gentle and educated. He is a good match for you.” 
 “Man Bao, it’s better to choose the Qian family’s son. He is handsome and obedient. He will definitely not talk back to you.” 
 Man Bao pursed her mouth and smiled, “I’ve already thought about it. I’ll choose Bai Shan Bao, whom I have beaten up since childhood!”
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 A major event happened recently to the demonic sect – their powerful sect master suddenly went missing.
 Everyone comforted each other: “Don’t worry, the sect master must be out pursuing fun, and so on.”
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 They waited.
 Waited and waited.
 Waited and waited.
 Waited and… Everyone slammed the table: “We’ve waited so long! The sect master must have met with a mishap! Look for him!!” Numerous disciples therefore ran rumbling down the mountain.
 On a certain day of the month, a certain sect master opened his eyes and thought in confusion: Hey, who am I?
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 Liang Yan, an 18th-line actress, accidentally lost her memory and woke up as a third-line actress with a husband.
 Her husband happened to be the entertainment industry’s top actor and national husband, Lu Lincheng.
 Liang Yan’s legs trembled, and she leaned on the wall.
 “Is this… Is this true?”
 Lu Lincheng rolled the lighter in his hand, playing with it as he watched the fearful woman. He frowned, feeling unpleasant, and sarcastically replied, “What are you scheming again?”
 *****
 It wasn’t a secret that Lu Lincheng was like an extremely cold iceberg to his wife, Liang Yan. Apart from announcing the marriage, he never talked about it publicly.
 The entertainment industry waited for Lu Lincheng and Liang Yan to divorce. To the third line actress: Please return our husband to us!
 It wasn’t until a reporter saw Lu Lincheng and Liang Yan backstage after an event, where Lu Lincheng took off his jacket and covered Liang Yan, who was wearing a dress, with it and then pressed her on the wall for a kiss, that everyone was forcefully fed a bowl of dog food.
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 Mu Zhili, the third daughter of the Mu family of the Profound Sky Continent, had a prominent background, but she was known for her ugly appearance and worthlessness.
 When she died, a medical genius was reborn in her body, she became capable of curing all diseases with silver needles.
 However, her family poisoned her and hindered her great potential. If no one else was going to help her, she would do it for herself. Her rule was to keep it humble. Her hobby was to pretend to be a pig and then eat a tiger.
 In a contemptuous and evil world, she would return as the king and show her strength. Profound Sky Continent, let’s see the one who was so medically talented that people call her goddess!
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 Kawaki, who was born in the dragon vein of a planet (Altana), first met Umibozu who was traveling in the universe, and his girlfriend, Kouka. 
 Later, he came to Earth by accident and met the teacher who affected his life —Yoshida Shouyou. 
 He also met a group of friends. The most conspicuous among the group of friends is a fool with silver hair and naturally curly hair, a short man with purple hair, and a little devil whose catchphrase is “Not Zura, it’s Katsura!” 
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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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 Three years after entering the palace, Yongning Palace’s Yan Shu meiren, has still never met the Emperor.
 The palace full of concubines tried to win his favour, only she, immersed in a melon eating system, has no time to spare for him.
 How would she know that one day, she actually ate a shockingly big melon——
 Yan Shu, “!!! No wonder he never enters the harem!”
 Wait…
 There seems to be something wrong somewhere… then what did she enter the palace for?!!
 The new Emperor, Yu Wen Lan, has two secrets.
 Since his ascension to the throne, he has gradually lost his male functions; yet at the same time, he can read minds.
 Getting used to seeing their false words and hypocritical faces every day, he grew all the more unfeeling.
 That was, until one day, he heard a special heart’s voice——
 Yu Wen Lan paused, narrowing his eyes to look in the direction of a delicately pretty and pure looking girl.
 Until she ascended to the position of Empress, Yan Shu also didn’t know how she had jumped unreasonably on the Emperor’s bottom line repeatedly, yet had jumped straight in, becoming the first person to be in his heart.
 Perhaps, it was just her good luck.
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 As a person who transmigrated into a novel written by himself, Qin Kaiyi experiences a huge pressure and burden.
 Even more so, he transmigrated as the villain and is forced to follow the plot. Qin Kaiyi expresses that he doesn’t want to write novels anymore.
 Qin Kaiyi: “WTF. transmigrating into the villain and being forced to follow the plot. Just let it be. Shen Feixiao, can you get the f*ck down from my body???
 Shen Feixiao: “Shixiong, I won’t.”
 Alright, actually this is just a stupid story about transmigrating into his own novel as the villain and getting pushed down by his own protagonist.
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 Ren Zhu: Quiet! Quiet! Look at the blackboard! I’m going to start teaching!
 Bear child 1 [1]: Hahaha! Who is this weak chicken!
 Bear child 2: May as well dance than listen to class. Why start the class!
 Fake good child: Sit upright.
 Ren Zhu: ……
 Bear child 1: You received the class teacher’s quiet gaze x 1. Physical strength -500. Entered the weak state!
 Bear child 2: You received the class teacher’s deep gaze x 1. Intelligence -50. Entered the mentally retar*ed state!
 Fake good child: You received the class teacher’s gratified gaze x 1. Intelligence and physical strength +50. Entered the excited state.
 Ren Zhu: My goal is to teach and educate people, and bring love to every bear child. Thank you.
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 Video game streamer Jing Yu, momentarily misstepped, and found himself in a strange professional gaming team.
 Solo laner: Even if I have my eyes closed, asleep, dreaming, I can still kill you all!
 Mid laner: Retreat? Not going to happen. Even if I only have one drop of blood left, I’m going to kill you all!
 Marksman: Attack range advantage? I like to battle close-range! If you aren’t a coward then don’t run, let me kill you all!
 Support: Support? As if! Wait until I switch to an AD build, then I’m going to kill you all!
 Jing Yu: ……
 Jing Yu: All of you, retreat! I’ll be the one to kill them!
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 As a holy knight, I had been taken as a prisoner of war during an engagement against the vampires. “Oh my, granting you death? You wish! Accept my embrace and turn into a vampire. I will be counting on you in the future~ my precious daughter.” The silver haired, vampress loli queen lifted my chin gently, and with a smile of ridicule, aimed her sharp fangs towards my neck. 
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