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 Volume 1 / Chapter 8
 TL: LightNovelCafe
 Whenever a singer cancels last minute like was done today, the number of customers decrease. After Kim Jung Soo’s 50 year old fans ate their free food and left, all that was left were their leftovers.
 Yoon Kwang Hun closed the cafe early for the night and sipped on a bottle of wine alone. He should have kept the business going on its original concept. Due to his greed, his body was tired and his mind was uncomfortable. As he was calculating the cost of returning the interior decoration to its prior state, he heard a loud noise from the dumpster. It sounded like the stray cats were going through the garbage again. Every time those cats went through the dumpster, the garbage was left in an unbearable state.
 Yoon Kwang Hun set his wine glass down and ran out of the kitchen. Instead of a stray cat, there was a child dripping in water with his head in the dumpster, shoving pieces of leftover steak in his mouth.
 “Hey, what are you doing?”
 The boy became startled at Yoon Kwang Hun’s yell and ran away like a bullet with pieces of meat in both hands.
 “Are there kids like that these days?”
 Kids groveling in the street were a vague memory. A long time ago, it used to be common for children to beg in the train stations or on the street, but they had pretty much disappeared since online games became popular. It was said that these kids now spent their time pharming online games in a warehouse somewhere.
 Since the child was someone else’s problem, he forgot about him and started cleaning up the garbage. He went back into the cafe and started drinking the wine again to think about redesigning the cafe, but kept thinking of the little boy’s handsome face and couldn’t concentrate.
 Yoon Kwang Hun went into the kitchen, took out two tonkatsu cutlets from the freezer, and started frying them.
 “Ugh, my situation isn’t any better so what am I doing thinking of someone else?”
 As he was grumbling like this and thinking about how hungry the child must have been that he had gone through the garbage, he kept cooking.
 He put a few tonkatsu cutlets and three or four bananas that were supposed to be used as snacks in a bag and left it by the dumpster.
 “Hey! I’m leaving this out for you to eat, so take it before the stray cats do!”
 He wasn’t sure if the kid was still in the vicinity, but he called out loudly and went back into the cafe. He thought that with this, the sympathy and remorse he couldn’t help but feel would go away.
 After about 10 minutes, there was a rustling sound and then silence. He quietly stepped outside to make sure the stray cats hadn’t taken the food left out for the little boy.
 Yoon Kwang Hun saw the little boy running away with the bag of food in his hands and his heart became a little lighter.
 He forgot the depressing thoughts he had earlier and turned his favorite CD on loudly. All he wanted to do was have some time to himself with music and wine.
 He lost himself in the music and as it was reaching its peak, he saw a face stuck to the cafe window. He was startled by the head floating like a ghost’s, but once he recognized it as the head of the little boy who ran away with the bag of food, he calmed down.
 He went out thinking that the boy had come to say thank you for the food, but he remained stuck to the window without realizing that Yoon Kwang Hun was standing next to him. Once Yoon Kwang Hun tapped his shoulder, he finally knew that someone was next to him and ran like lightning.
 He just watched the boy in shock, but the boy stopped and came back towards Yoon Kwang Hun.
 “Thank you.”
 He bowed in greeting and the sight of him holding the paper bag made Yoon Kwang Hun’s heart tremble again.
 “Hey. Come in. You didn’t even get to drink water after eating the tonkatsu and bananas, right? Your throat is probably dry… I didn’t think of that earlier. You’re probably thirsty, so come in and have a glass of water.”
 The little boy who had been flitting his eyes back and forth followed Yoon Kwang Hun into the cafe. Looking at his messy hair, clothing dripping in dirty water, and face, it seemed like he hadn’t been able to wash himself in at least a year.
 The beggar-like little boy sat down cautiously and he drank the whole bottle of water he was given. Watching the boy drink water, he could guess he was still hungry.
 “Hey. Are you still hungry? Do you want me to make you more tonkatsu? Will you eat it?”
 He went back to the kitchen after the boy’s eyes became big and he nodded his head vigorously. He first fried one cutlet and handed it to the boy in a plate.
 Yoon Kwang Soo watched the boy chewing the cutlet in his hand instead of cutting it up and asked,
 “Hey. What’s your name?”
 “Jang… Jang Jun Hyuk.”
 The sight of the child saying his name with a mouth full of tonkatsu was even more pitiful.
 “Do you want to eat more?”
 Jun Hyuk nodded his head heartily as though he had been waiting for it.
 Yoon Kwang Hun went to the kitchen, fried the rest of the tonkatsu, and put it on a plate. From the way he was eating, it seemed like he could eat enough for 10 people.
 Jang Jun Hyuk saw the plate with more than 10 tonkatsu cutlets, and he couldn’t speak. He ate and ate until he was nauseous. It was like a bear filling his stomach after a winter of hibernation.
 “If you can’t eat anymore, you can stop. I’ll pack up the rest for you so you can eat it later.”
 Jun Hyuk put his fork down once he heard that he could take the rest of the food.
 “Did you run away?”
 “Excuse me?”
 “Did you run away from home?”
 “Oh, no. I don’t have a home.”
 “What? You don’t have a home? What does that mean?”
 “I’m an orphan. An orphan without a home or parents.”
 “How old are you?”
 “I’m not sure. 15? 16?”
 “Did you run away from somewhere like a nursery or an orphanage?”
 “I lived in an orphanage run by nuns when I was young, but I’ve been living on the streets since I was 5 years old.”
 “Why!?”
 Yoon Kwang Hun was so surprised that he yelled without realizing it. Goodness! How are there still children like this? And looking at his age, it means that he’s been living in the streets for 10 years… This was something that he could not begin to understand.
 “Hey… mister. It just happened. Do I have to tell you everything?”
 There was no need to rub salt in the wounds of a child he met today. It was just out of curiosity. Yoon Kwang Hun began to think that he had made a mistake.
 “Alright. You don’t have to tell me. I asked something useless.”
 Though it was a situation where one person had done a good deed and the other person should be thankful, there was only silence. This awkward situation disappeared because of Jun Hyuk’s words.
 “But mister. What is that music you just turned on?”
 The speaker was already quiet. Yoon Kwang Hun hadn’t even realized that the CD track had finished.
 “Oh, that? That’s Mahler. Gustav Mahler’s Symphony No. 5. That was recorded when Georg Schulte used to lead the Chicago Orchestra. It’s my favorite.”
 Jun Hyuk only blinked his eyes. There weren’t any words that he could understand in Yoon Kwang Hun’s explanation.
 “Yes. Well… Anyway, thank you for the tonkatsu.”
 Yoon Kwang Hun saw Jun Hyuk rising from his seat and spoke.
 “Hey. Do you want to listen to it again? From here, not from outside. From the beginning.”
 “Really?”
 Jun Hyuk seemed like a strange boy because he smiled more brightly at that than he did when he ate until he was full as he sat back down on the sofa.
 Yoon Kwang Hun put the CD in and turned the volume back up. As the music flowed out, Jang Jun Hyuk closed his eyes and listened closely. He had been sitting on the sofa tensely with a straight back, but he changed his position comfortably so that he was seated back.
 When the music ended again, Jun Hyuk burst out in admiration.
 “It’s incredible he included that many sounds in 66 minutes and 10 seconds. It sounds much better than when I was listening from outside.”
 “What? What did you just say? 66 minutes?”
 “No. 66 minutes and 10 seconds.”
 “What’s 66 minutes and 10 seconds?”
 “The road. The music’s road. You know? How long it was playing.”
 Yoon Kwang Hun jumped up from his seat and looked at the CD case that he had thrown next to the CD player. It was clearly printed that the running time was 66 minutes and 8 seconds.
 “You… How did you know the running time? Did you measure it on the clock?”
 “What time?”
 “Running time. The performance time.”
 “I just know it.”
 “You just knew it? Automatically?”
 “Yes. I just knew it.”
 Yoon Kwang Hun couldn’t believe this beggar-like teenage boy. When Zubin Mehta was leading the New York Philharmonic, there was a legend that he matched the running times exactly every time he conducted Beethoven’s symphonies.
 However, it may be possible because he listened to Beethoven hundreds of thousands of times to interpret it for the orchestra he was conducting. But figuring out the running time just by listening to it? Yoon Kwang Hun shook his head back and forth. It was impossible. Did it mean that there was a stopwatch or metronome embedded in his head?
 Jun Hyuk’s feminine face didn’t show any sign that there was something strange. It didn’t seem like he was lying and there was no reason for him to lie.
 Yoon Kwang Hun swallowed and asked again,
 “Do you by any chance remember the entire song you just heard?”
 “Yes. When I was listening from outside, I wasn’t sure because it wasn’t clear, but I just remembered the whole song.”
 Yoon Kwang Hun’s sight became fuzzy. Mahler’s Symphony No. 5 isn’t a widely known work like Beethoven’s symphony Fate was. No matter how many times he had heard it, there was no way for him to memorize the whole song unless he had majored in classical music. No, among classical music majors, how many of them could have completely memorized all of the parts to a symphony? Even Yoon Kwang Hun who had listened to the song hundreds of times could only remember the melody. It wasn’t even that he memorized it, but he just remembered it.
 Yoon Kwang Hun asked carefully,
 “Do you… want to try it? Remembering it?”
 “How? There’s just the sound.”
 “Exactly. Um… You can make the same sounds. Bam ba bam ba, or turururu… in this way.”
 Yoon Kwang Hun’s heart beat faster and his whole body felt weak at the thought that there was an extraordinary person in front of his eyes. Jang Jun Hyuk thought for a while and eventually grimaced.
 “I can’t do it.”
 Of course not. What a ridiculous lie! Unless he was the reincarnation of Mozart, it was impossible. He didn’t know why, but he relaxed and his mind found comfort.
 But Jang Jun Hyuk’s words that he could not do it were not the last.
 “There are 106 sounds… Doesn’t that mean there are 106 instruments? How can I personally make each of those sounds?”
 He tensed up again at the shock and became uncomfortable again. Even more than he had been before. It felt like all the blood in his body had rushed to his head.
 If this child was not lying, the reincarnation of Mozart was standing in front of him. No, he was even more impressive than Mozart. Mozart had memorized Allegri’s ‘Miserere Mei, Deus’ after hearing it for the first time when he was 14 years old.
 This song had been sealed by the Pope, so it was only performed at the Sistine Chapel. Revealing the sheet music for this song and singing it outside of the chapel was strictly forbidden, but 14 year old Mozart heard it once and wrote it perfectly.
 However, that music lasted just 10 minutes. It didn’t compare to this small child’s ability.
 “Are you saying that knowing what it means? Are you saying that you memorized all the parts in an orchestra after hearing a song once?”
 “Mister… Say a random time.”
 “A time? What time?”
 “Any time in the 66 minutes.”
 Yoon Kwang Hun figured out the kid’s intent.
 “Minute 37.”
 “At minute 37, there were eight sounds. From minute 33 to 41, eight instruments played. I don’t really know names of instruments…..”
 Even classical music enthusiast Yoon Kwang Hun had no way of confirming Jun Hyuk’s response because he did not have the ability to separate the sounds as such. He may be able to check if he were looking at the sheet music.
 Looking at Jun Hyuk’s innocent face, it was difficult to think that he was lying. Jun Hyuk bowed his head to Yoon Kwang Hun who could not recover from the shock and stood up.
 “Mister. Thank you for the tonkatsu.”
 Jun Hyuk did not forget the plastic bag with the tonkatsu and held it tightly in his hand. Yoon Kwang Hun had the thought that he must do something, but he could not think of what it was. In the midst of his reluctance and hesitation, Jang Jun Hyuk was opening the cafe door.
 “Hey, kid! What did you say your name was?”
 “Jang Jun Hyuk.”
 “Right, Jang Jun Hyuk. If you want to eat tonkatsu, come back. I’ll make it deliciously.”
 Jun Hyuk bowed his farewell again and left the cafe.
 Yoon Kwang Hun stared blankly at the door Jang Jun Hyuk had left through for a few minutes. Once he came to his senses, he started pulling his hair.
 “Ah, crap. What are you doing!”
 He was cursing at himself. How could he be so stupid? No matter how shocked he was, how could he have sat here blankly while a young Mozart went out into the rain with nowhere to go?
 He must find the boy. He couldn’t confirm yet, but he needed to know if the boy was a diamond or a coal. Even if he was not a diamond, their fates had crossed and he could not let leave such a young child alone in this situation.
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 It is said that humans only reveal 5% of their DNA. The person you perceive yourself to be and the person others judge you for is determined by this 5%. No one can know what is in the hidden 95%.
 Put simply, it would be as if our parents gave us a total of 100 cards when they gave us life – of which only 5 can be used. They don’t know which cards they’ll be handing down, but that’s not the real issue. The bigger problem is that of the 100 random cards, we can’t even choose which of the 5 we get to use. We have to pick them with our eyes closed.
 Now imagine each of these cards represents a different trait – maybe an attractive face, an intelligent mind, a great body, a handicap. A lucky person who might have been fated with a prized card would be able to use it as a weapon to speed through life with considerable ease. And then there are also the ill-fated who end up with a torn or useless card. Maybe all five cards are duds. But that is what we have to use to our advantage or disadvantage until we die.
 This is a story about a boy, the “cards” he is dealt, and how he uses them to build a music empire.
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 In a world of shallow-minded, materialistic mortals, what would one from humble beginnings – whose face had been stomped on, spat on, oppressed for the longest while by the arrogant, pampered upper echelons of society – do, when a mysterious application pops up on a brand new phone that was meant to be the birthday gift of an ungrateful girlfriend? What if the application takes the form of a chatroom where its occupants, bearing the names of mythical, fictional beings, start giving out ‘Red Packets’, all the while spouting nonsense?
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 Chen Qi’s life was as ordinary as his name. He didn’t expect that he would one day suddenly encounter something like crossing over into another world, let alone crossing over into the dangerous world of beastmen. He can’t hunt or change into a beast form, and even his physical strength was a slag’s level, so how would he survive in this dangerous beastman world?
 Too dangerous outside? No matter, build a house, find food, make a comfortable home, and live in the beastmen tribe.
 No tribe? No matter, we’ll build one ourselves.
 This was the story of an ordinary person who worked hard every day to live and strived to make his life better.
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 Mo Dai thought that her blind eyes would never function again in this life, 
 But God seemed to give her a chance to see the light again, and arranged for her to wear it on the night of her 28th birthday—— 
 She should thank God, really— 
 ——thanks to him for letting her find herself hanging on a tree branch in the middle of the cliff as soon as she opened her eyes, 
 In the next second, the body fell freely, landed sideways, and smashed straight into the rock; 
 ——Thanks to him for allowing her to transmigrate into the world of a female breadwinner, 
 To become the “wife head” of a peasant family who is so poor that they can’t get any poorer; 
 ——thanks to him for letting her, an older young woman with little love experience in her previous life, already have a husband, 
 Thrilling realism of three children (one is three years old, one is two years old, and one is still in the womb); 
 ——thanks to him for letting her know how delicate her popularity is, the relatives are not close, the neighbors are not harmonious, 
 Husbands, one seems to be a good match, one is timid and cowardly, and the other looks down on her at all. 
 There is always a goal in life, and the surprise of rebirth is soon broken by the embarrassing reality—— 
 What does she live for? How is she going to live? the 
 When a timid, soft, waxy kitten-like child’s voice came into her ears—— 
 “Mother.” She looked at the two skinny and obviously sick little carrot heads standing in front of her, 
 The apex of her heart trembled, although the core in this body was changed, 
 But the blood relationship is indelible, she has to admit that she has resigned to her fate at this moment—— 
 Ignore her husband’s outrageousness first, and she will work hard to live well for the sake of the children. 
 She wants to support this poor family for the children. She doesn’t want to be rich, but at least she has to feed the children well. the 
 Using the little experience and wisdom of the previous life, and occasionally using the cheating abilities, 
 Be persevering and low-key, act neither humble nor overbearing, earnestly earn money to support your family. 
 Looking at the children’s gradually rounded bodies and the family’s increasingly stretched eyebrows, she felt a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of her heart. the 
 She hoped that life would go on so smoothly, but the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is bloody. 
 She ignored the “little romance” that God has always favored, 
 The emotional problems that she had tried to get rid of from the moment after time-traveling were gradually revealed.
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 Su Jing, after the graduation, run up against the wall, discouraged, he returned to his home to adjust the mood. Then he discover that his own backyard had become the Galactic Garbage Station. Every day lots of trash appears, some are from Tomb of God, Battle Through the Heavens, Coiling Dragon, One Piece, Naruto, Bleach, X-Men, Captain America, Iron Man, and other novels, animes, and Marvel universes. As the garbage station owner, Su Jing has to process these trash duty. From the beginning, he thought it’s a hard and unprofitable task, afterwards, he discovered that’s his whole life found the most beautiful cushy job.
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 “Boss, Madam wants to play a role in a movie.”
 “Invest in a movie and make her the lead role!”
 “Boss, Madam wants to be a model…”
 “Bring international models for her to use as a stepping stone!”
 “Boss… Madam wants to be a singer…”
 “Buy 1 million copies in advance!”
 In her past life, Bai Qingyan hurt the man who loved her. He looked at her lovingly as he fell to his death and she realized she loved him all too late. To live a life once again, she vowed to grasp this happiness with him. No longer will she regret.
 “Who calls my name? You aren’t worthy! Also, it’s time to pay off the debt and enmity incurred from the past. Are you ready?”
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 Yang Wei and Qi Xiao Yan had been married for a year and were unable to reach mutual understanding on many topics, except for one——divorce!
 They didn’t know that there was still one more thing they also reached a strong, mutual understanding on——
 Want to find your second spring?* In your dreams!
 In short: Mr. Qi and Mrs. Qi end up happily remarrying each other.
 *(idiom) try to fall in love again
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 Su Ruan Ruan, who was knocked to death with a box was reborn back to the sixties.
 Not only did her family lack food and clothing, there were also all kinds of strange family members who had transformed to become demons.
 Fortunately, she had a hundred treasures space, so she didn’t lack anything.
 Wearing new clothes, eating fine grains, being able to earn full work points when she worked in the field, and getting first place in school!
 Su Ruan Ruan took her grandmother to make her family rich and run all the way towards the road of prosperity.
 However, she suddenly discovered that a certain town tyrant was always following behind her– 
 secretly giving her meat to eat and giving her pocket money.
 Su Ruan Ruan was puzzled: “You keep sticking to me, what exactly do you want?”
 “To marry you.”
 “….”
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 Liu Mianmian had transmigrated and became the cannon fodder who was married to a rich and powerful family in the novel. She will be cheated by the male protagonist, she will be suppressed by the female for a lifetime without being able to turn over her life, and she will be driven out of the house by her mother-in-law to lead a wandering life in poverty in the streets.
 Shen Shenxing was an illegitimate son who was laughed at in the aristocratic circle. He was unreasonable, proud, aloof, and conceited. Half a year later, the media exposed that the Shen family’s illegitimate son was loaded with a net worth of over 100 million.
 When all the women were racking their brains wanting to climb into his bed, the impeccably attired young man was coaxing his sulky little wife in a gentle and soft voice, he couldn’t wait to hold her in the palm of his hand and pour out his heart.
 Very late at night, Liu Mianmian was confined in the arms of a domineering, calm, and collected young man. She had no way out. Her lips were red and swollen: “Shen Shenxing, you rogue!”
 The boy laughed lowly: “Hmm, I apologize.”
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 Lady Mi Qing ran away from home to escape an arranged marriage. She is then confronted with the following wretched situation:
 Card stopped. Money stolen. All she had left was ￥308.50.
 In this strange city, her sole hopeful light was a small advertisement on a lamppost——
 Elaborately Decorated, 100 Square Meters, 2 Room Apartment, Monthly Rent Only ￥299! If interested, quickly contact Mr. Xiao at 138XXXXXXXX!
 Mi Qing immediately rushed over to the address listed.
 Xiao Gu looked at the woman standing in front of him, brows slightly furrowed. When did he post an apartment rental advertisement?
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 Su Qing got a magic pen, and everything he drew and written could come true.
 He immediately drew a beautiful woman, but he forgot to draw the head because he took takeaway. And tonight the girls’ dormitory is haunted…
 The magic pen is based on the wishes of the deceased. As long as he fulfills the wishes of the deceased, he can obtain energy.
 Help Licking Dog complete his last wish to pursue the goddess!
 Help elementary school students complete their last wish to find all the bronze heads of the 12 zodiac signs living abroad!
 Help hikers fulfill their last wish to trek through the Amazon rainforest!
 He fulfilled the strange wishes of the dead to replenish the energy of the magic pen, and then used the magic pen to make waves and turn the world into his shape!
 When a group of intruders tried their best to finally tear the void and land on Blue Star, they were dumbfounded: “Who told me that Blue Star is weak, how to fight this horse?!”
 [This is a sweet and refreshing story. 】
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 [Superpowers] [Slow pace] [Single female lead] [Relaxed] [Daily]
 I am Qi Jing, and I have traveled to a parallel universe.
 But this Earth seems a little different.
 Thirty years ago, the first dimensional gate appeared on Earth, leading to an unknown other world.
 People who come into contact with the other world will gain source power and superpowers.
 As expected, I got a powerful superpower: lottery.
 I can draw martial arts, supernatural powers, magic, skills, artifacts, imperial tools, pets...
 and there is no CD, so I can draw as much as I want.
 I thought I could get through the other world quickly.
 But it doesn't have a guarantee!
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 What a fucking other world, just mess around, and see when you can draw out the magic skills.
 Isn't it nice to fall in love and play games?Show more
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 Tang Nuan, the cannon fodder supporting female in a sweet pampering novel, woke up after an accident and decided to get rid of her fate after she foresaw her tragic future in advance. The first thing she did was to break off the engagement with her wealthy fiancé. She felt that she knew the plot in advance and also knew the secret of her fiancé Ye Shuyan’s mind-reading ability, so she would be able to quit the marriage smoothly. However, she did not expect Ye Shuyan’s mind-reading ability limited to a three-meter distance would be an exception to her.
 Ye Shuyan, who has always been with Tang Nuan out of responsibility, found that his fiancée was completely different from what he imagined after he had the mind-reading skills. He developed a feeling of admiration, so he, who firmly did not want to break off the engagement, and Tang Nuan started a series of battles of wits and courage.
 The two protagonists redeemed each other in the struggle between breaking off and not breaking off the engagement, facing their feelings sincerely, and reaping sweet love and marriage.
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