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 Lu Lianguang looked at Tang Tu in shock, Tang Tu looked at him blankly, and asked after realizing it, "I don't eat raccoons very much in China?"
 "Yeah, we don't eat raccoons." Lu Lianguang said helplessly, "There are not many raccoons in China, unlike Europe and the United States. You haven't returned to China for several years?"
 Tang Tu was slightly taken aback. For many years, he has lived on the other side of the ocean with a mortal body, and has lived in the online world under the pseudonym "Bamboo Growing". He closed his eyes, so many years passed by in front of his eyes, and these many touching emotions were only a blink of an eye.
 When he opened his eyes again, Tang Tu said softly, "...It's been seven years."
 It has been seven years since I left this homeland and that family.
 There is nothing worthy of his nostalgia in this land, and no one expects his return. Lin Lang had already told him that thanks to his mother's gift, his reputation in the country couldn't be worse, so he was mentally prepared.
 "It's been a long time." Lu Lianguang said with a smile, "Although I'm not from Dongling, it doesn't seem right to say that, but... welcome back to Dongling!"
 Tang Tu suddenly raised his head and saw that the young man in front of him was full of sincere and enthusiastic joy, he looked at Tang Tu intently and said sincerely, "It's great that you can come back, Bamboo God, you don't know what I see How happy you are. I have always been lucky, but meeting you today is one of the luckiest things in my life."
 Tang Tu opened his mouth slightly in surprise, his throat tightened, and he was speechless.
 No one had ever said such a thing to him. From childhood to adulthood, his mother said the most: "What sin did I do in my last life to give birth to a monster like you!"
 No one ever said that meeting you was one of the luckiest things in my life.
 He clenched his fists and summoned his courage to say, "It's also my luck to see you..."
 After a long, long time, Lu Lianguang finally understood the meaning of this sentence and the life behind it. But at this moment, he just thought it was a polite word from this humble **** to fans, and he didn't take it to heart.
 "Song with Yan" is over, this is the last song of this session, and then we will enter an interview session.
 Due to the large number of invited authors, the whole party was interspersed with several interview sessions. In each session, several authors were interviewed, but the sequence was not disclosed in advance. Zhu Congsheng's first interview came. If you don't know the order, die-hard fans are afraid of missing Zhu Congsheng and can only stay in the live broadcast room and wait, so that the popularity data of the party will be better.
 Tang Tu came on stage in this segment.
 Originally, the nib was going to put him in the last interview of the whole party, which was the premise of his own request. For him, being interviewed in public is no less than going to the execution ground. Extending the head is a knife and shrinking the head is also a knife. Naturally, the sooner the end is the better. If you have to wait a few hours, it is too tortured, so he was arrested. At this time, and before the end of the party, the author who held the line finally decided that the female frequency will be the same as the light.
 Now, after the interviews with the two authors ahead of him, it will be his turn. Tang Tu glanced stiffly at the number of people online, tens of thousands more than before.
 "Bamboo God, what's wrong?" Lu Lianguang suddenly asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"
 Only then did Tang Tu realize that he involuntarily put his hand on his aching stomach and forbeared: "No, it's fine..."
 "How can it be all right? Your face looks bad." Lu Lianguang said anxiously, he leaned over and supported Tang Tu's shoulder, "Is it a stomachache?"
 "One point." Tang Tu didn't want him to know that he was suffering from stress cramps and stomach pain caused by excessive tension, so he covered it up with difficulty: "On the plane... I didn't eat much. It's okay..."
 Lu Lianguang stood up and said quickly, "I saw a pharmacy nearby on the way here. I'll buy you some stomach medicine for pain relief."
 Tang Chusheng was afraid of causing trouble for him, so he hurriedly said, "No! When the interview is over, I will…"
 "How can you hold on? I'll go now, you can take the medicine before the interview anyway."
 "It's too late, it's coming soon..."
 "It's too late." Lu Lianguang said flatly, "The two female writers in front of you, Qi Xiejia and Yunjuanshu, these two girls are very good at chatting and will definitely be overtime. The pharmacy is very close, I…"
 "How do you know the order of play?" Tang Tu asked strangely.
 Lu Lianguang's movements paused for a while, he put on the coat on the back of the chair again, and then said: "I know other invited authors, and someone sent me the sequence - don't talk about that, you boil some hot water , I'll go buy you medicine. Come back right away and wait for me."
 He left this sentence, did not give Tang Tu a chance to refuse again, and went out resolutely.
 There was only one person left in the room, and Tang Tu finally bowed slightly unbearably to ease the pain in his stomach.
 In the quiet space, the voice of the author and host of the female frequency **** whose pseudonym is Qi Xiejia echoed with questions and answers.
 Tang Tu pressed his cramping and aching stomach, and tried to concentrate on listening to the interview, so he could judge when they would end, but his thoughts drifted back to just now, and he kept thinking of what Kataha said: "Know other people. Invite the author."
 That's right, it's impossible to read a novel all the time just by one person. Although Katao's fan works are not published on the tip of his pen, he is considered a very popular author. His Weibo account has a large number of fans, and there must be many great gods who are willing to be friends with him.
 A certain corner of Tang Tu's heart was a little lost.
 He had never thought about that before. Kataba's Weibo will always only have the fandom circles of Bamboo Growing, Bamboo Growing Works, and Bamboo Growing Works. When they chatted, they rarely mentioned other authors, which gave him the illusion that this person...only liked him.
 I only like him.
 Think about it, how is that possible. Such a good character, no matter in reality or online, he must have a group of friends, he has such abundant enthusiasm, there must be many people who love him, and there are many people who love him. Not to mention the only person he likes, he is not even the only author the other person likes.
 Tang Tu was not only lost, but a little depressed.
 It's okay, aren't you used to it? He comforted himself. Everyone else has a lot of friends, how could someone put you first, maybe Kataha is just a trumpet of his...
 But the strange, strong negative emotions were not appeased, Tang Tu hadn't figured out how he could have such emotions, and the door was knocked.
 There is only one room card, which needs to be inserted in the room to get electricity, but Lu Congguang did not take it out.
 Tang Tu thought it was the hotel's waiter knocking on the door, and when he walked over, he saw through the cat's eyes that it was Kataha who came back.
 So fast? Startled, he quickly opened the door.
 Lu Lianguang walked in, didn't bother to greet him, handed the bag containing the medicine to Tang Tu and said, "Is the water burning? There is a convenience store next to it, and I also bought a cup by the way - the hotel cup may not be clean. "
 As he spoke, he scalded the cup he had just bought with freshly boiled water. He was still breathing slightly, obviously he was running just now, so he could come back so quickly.
 Tang Tu couldn't even care about the stomachache, so he wanted to stop him at a loss: "Too, it's too troublesome for you, I'll just wash it by myself, just sit and rest for a while..."
 "It's alright, I've washed it." Lu Lianguang said, handing him a cup full of water, and glancing at his computer screen again, the interview of removing the armor was over, and Yun Juanshu had just come on stage, "Look, I can tell."
 He said and smiled at Tang Tu. He was in a dusty state, and his hair, which was obviously carefully groomed before going out, was also a bit messy. A few strands of broken hair were stuck on his sweaty forehead. Tang Tuo tightly held the mug that the other party just bought for him, in his heart. Full of swelling, he nodded heavily and said, "Yeah."
 I don't know if it was time, hot water, or stomach medicine, but when the host was talking about the hot field of bamboo, Tang Tu was much better.
 "The author who is going to play next is a heavyweight **** supported by the nib. He made his debut from the nib and became a **** in the nib. The nib literature network gave him the best platform to display his talents. This year is his debut. The eighth year, eight years in the same boat..."
 Lu Lianguang frowned and muttered, "I can really put gold on my face."
 He secretly glanced at the people around him, Tang Tu's expression was indifferent, he didn't react to these remarks, and he could only swallow the rest of the words.
 "...It seems that everyone has already guessed it! Let's invite the author of the great god, Bamboo Grows! Please pay attention, since this interview is in the form of the author's typing answer, as in the previous interviews with written answers, we will set The frequency of speeches on the public screen is limited to ensure that everyone can see the answer of the Great God. Field control..."
 The public screen's speech limit was turned on, and the screen refresh rate was significantly slower. Tang Tu opened the prepared document.
 Yesterday, he got the interview script, and he has communicated with the website. Don't ask questions beyond the script during the interview. He wrote down the answers to the questions in each of the notebooks over and over again, and saved the files so that he could now copy and paste sentence by sentence.
 Tang Tu is very repelled to talk to strangers. Pure work conversations are okay, but social chats are not at all. In order to avoid talking to people, he even told the tenants that he could not speak English well, even in one-on-one chats. If he was asked to speak to more than two people by himself, he might be so nervous that he completely lost his response.
 And now... how many thousands of people are there?
 Tang Tu couldn't hold back, and glanced at the number of people online again. The number that was still climbing stimulated his nerves. Even if all the answers were prepared in advance, the anxiety and fear in his heart still accumulated to the top.
 Even if the frequency of speaking was limited, a wave of ferocious swiping broke out on the public screen.
 "Haha, it seems that everyone is very emotional. To tell you the truth, I am also very emotional." The host said, "Everyone knows that Bamboo God is very low-key on weekdays. It is the website that he has supported each other for eight years, and the relationship is extraordinary... Hello Bamboo God, say hello to everyone?"
 In order not to disturb Tang Tu, Lu Congguang entered the scene with his mobile phone, put on his earphones and sat on the bed next to him. Hearing this, he gave Tang Tu a cheering gesture.
 Tang Tu was miraculously comforted a little by his action, he settled down, took a deep breath, and copied the first sentence in the document.
 In residential houses, university dormitories, subways, taxis, and all over the world, hundreds of thousands of young people stare at their computers or mobile phone screens with bated breath, waiting to witness history.
 After being silent for seven years, the **** who now stands at the top of this emerging professional circle said, "Hello everyone, I am Bamboo Bush."
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 Even though he lived in America, Tang Cu had been deemed the “godly author” since his debut 8 years ago on a famous Chinese online novel website. However, many people did not know he had a severe social anxiety disorder which caused him to be considered “cold.” After being invited to do an interview for the company’s 10 year anniversary celebration in China, he finally gathered his courage to meet with his #1 fan, Pian Yu.
 Pian Yu had been following Tang Cu’s novels for his entire career and, after noticing the lack of romance in Tang Cu’s popular novels, they wrote fanfiction for his novels to include the ‘romance’ Tang Cu left out.
 However, Pian Yu turned out to be a male college student named Lu LianGuang.
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 Liang Muqiu seriously doubted if he had read the astrology forecast when he went out today.
 He borrowed a fire in the bar, but borrowed it from his ex-boyfriend.
 It is said that old partners would never contact each other. However, they hadn’t seen each other for seven years, yet this bastard was not only not old, but also more handsome than before.
 Especially when Cen Nan lit a cigarette for him in the dim light, his eyelashes drooped slightly, like when he kissed him under the blossoming tree seven years ago.
 Liang Muqiu: Damn it, why was he still a little excited?
 It took a long time for Liang Muqiu to wake up.
 From the moment he saw Cen Nan, what he wanted to borrow was not fire, but a kiss of reunion after a long separation.
 After seven years of separation, he still loved the same person.
 Coincidentally, so did Cen Nan.
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 Yan Shuang is an old veteran of the Transmigration Bureau. Once he finishes one last book, he’ll be able to make a lump-sum withdrawal of the pension he’s accumulated across various books and live a happily retired life.
 There’s good news once he enters the book — He’s the protagonist.
 Bad news? — He’s the protagonist of an angsty, dog blood novel.
 Before him lay five highly toxic relationship plotlines with the same shou but different gongs.
 Scum Gong 1: Master-servant contract with physical and mental abuse aplenty 
 Scum Gong 2: Carving out one of your kidneys for the white moonlight 
 Scum Gong 3: Brainwashing/reconditioning shame play 
 Scum Gong 4: You’re nice but unfortunately not clean enough 
 Scum Gong 5: Save him and I can marry you
 Yan Shuang: He’s eager to retire already, hurry up ba
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 Luya transmigrated to a strange post-apocalyptic world.
 When she woke up, she found herself trapped inside a cage at a monster’s market, ready to be sold as fresh meat.
 In this world, monsters run rampant and humans are powerless. The era of civilization is over, and the remainder of humanity struggles on the verge of extinction.
 Dragons like humans very much, similar to how humans are fond of cats. Just before Luya was about to be butchered, an actual dragon bought Luya and carried her back to his lair.
 The first gift the dragon gave Luya was the human prince who had been turned into a dog by a warlock.
 Dragon: Now go cook and eat it.
 Luya: ???
 This is a crafting and technology-focused story. The heroine transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Starting from the dragon’s lair, she builds things from scratch, employs science, and helps mankind regain civilization and order.
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 “We campaigned for a century, prevailing against all obstacles. The sole exception being the Marshal, who could not be defeated…… the military fame of the Marshal endures, yet the Alliance has been utterly crushed. From this day forth, all the glory belongs to the Marshal, himself.”
 As the Alliance government that stood for a thousand years crumbled, the Galactic Empire rose into power. The supreme military leader of the Alliance, Gavin Silla, refused to surrender and chose to fight to the death for his nation.
 “Your Majesty, in the Age of Old Earth, mint blossoms were believed to be an omen for reunion. In the language of flowers, it means—
 —hoping to see you once more.”
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 Tao Ling’s surname is Tao, and therefore he loves to escape. However, there is nowhere to escape in life, including dreamland—until he stumbles upon a young florist. 
 The name of the young man is Wen Qingying. He can neither speak nor hear. 
 As such, Tao Ling would come around the flower shop every day to chit-chat as much as he pleased. Then one day, the young man suddenly spoke, “I’ve caught you red-handed many times.” 
 Tao Ling: “???” 
 Wen Qingying: “I won’t expose you as long as you come home with me.” 
 Tao Ling: “!!!” 
 Note: Tao Ling’s surname, Tao(陶tao2) sounds the same as “escape” in Chinese.
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 The day she transmigrated it, she was already the wife of two men. She later became the Queen of the country. Her life has been cherished by seven men.
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 This novel is also known as Mr. President, Unbridled Love“Become Mrs. Lu, I will give you all you want” 
 “Baby, let me hug you” 
 “Well … No, I’m going to be late …” 
 His proposal is so overbearing, in order to retaliate to that scum, she promised to be his wife for one year. The first time she met him, she was eaten by him. The second time he met her, she got drugged and he was the only antidote. The third time they met, they rushed to get the marriage certificate. She returns to his home and became the envy of the city Mrs. Lu. 
 Rumors say the ruthless and cold Chen Shao dotes on her to the extreme. Little did he know, the way he spoiled her, taking a damage on her. One day she could not stand the man strong tyrannical way of loving, Leaving a paper of divorce agreement, she climbs over the wall to escape…….. 
 However unexpectedly, the moment she barely climbs over the wall, the man grabbed her ankle pulling her down. she fell in his bosom, with his hoarse voice he asked her: ” Woman, Where do you want to take my son?”
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 “It’s okay to fall in love; however, growing up in a single-parent family, I have no interest in marriage.” 
 “Damn! I’ve already said that I’m not getting married, why are you still taking this so seriously?” 
 “I’m sorry, last night I was drunk.”
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 Yaoniang was the concubine of Jin Wang in the last life, but she hadn’t been doted for a few days before she died.
 After resurrecting her life, she decided to live safely and protect herself. So she would do a job well as a wet nurse and never pursue luxurious life.
 However, it never occurred to her that stern-faced Jin Wang who only did something without saying in last life now became so initiative.
 Everyone in the world knew that Jin Wang had a concubine which was doted by him as early as he lived in original place. After entering the royal palace, she was even more prestigious and Jin Wang only doted her in imperial harem.
 There were many rumors in the folk villages about the concubine. The only thing that was well known was that before she entered the royal palace she was a widow and it was said that she also had a son.
 During the time Jin Wang became the emperor, he was diligent and manged the country well. He worked hard to improve his governance as a wise emperor. However, he was frequently crazy about the concubine, which made people criticize a lot.
 And one of the most absurd things he did was to recognize the son the concubine had as his own kid.
 To this, Jin Wang personally came out to refute the rumor: “It’s my own son.”
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 Li Qingzhou, who had been sick for many years, died and was systematically bound to an old romance novel, where he became the villain.
 This villain was beautiful, but had a gloomy personality and was wheelchair-bound with leg problems….
 Li Qingzhou bursts into tears and rolled on the ground crying, “I won’t do it! I refuse!”
 System: “Your leg will be fine as soon as you complete the mission.”
 Li Qingzhou sat back up: “What mission? I’ll take it!”
 The task: Find a lover for the male protagonist’s uncle Liu Bohuai to prevent him from ending up alone.
 Then the system sent him into the book and left, but before leaving it threw a gold finger to Li Qingzhou, however it fell on the wrong person…..
 Since then, Liu Bohuai has been able to hear the voice in Li Qingzhou’s heart and see the mood bubbles rising from the top of his head.
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 Princess Leah wrote a suicide note ahead of her wedding.
 It was because she was certain that she would die after the wedding night; a miserable end of a princess who devoted her life to the country and to the royal family.
 But before giving up her life, Leah planned her last revenge to the family, one that would surely leave them in ruins even after she became a cold corpse.
 She would bring them shame by being a non-virgin bride.
 “Why did you throw away your first experience? Don’t you just want to run away?”
 “I… I want to die.” Leah impulsively confided to the man she slept with for one night.
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 The first time they met, all the other noble women scurried away in an attempt to distance themselves from him as much as possible. Only Ye Huaiyang remained rooted to the spot, unable to tear her gaze away from Chu Jinglan.
 The third time they met, he threatened to take her life away; and yet, she fearlessly shifted herself closer to him; easily succeeding in planting a kiss fully on his lips before sighing in satisfaction – she is now happy; and can die without regrets.
 The fifth time they met, the two of them were forced to hide in the bookshelf. Grabbing the opportunity to cop a feel, she managed to tease him till he felt as though his entire body was ablazed.
 Subsequently, the two of them were finally wed to each other. He wanted to overthrow the Emperor and claim his rightful place, so she accompanied him on his treacherous journey without complaint, diligently removing every obstacle in his way. And when the critical moment finally arrived, Ye Huaiyang set in place the biggest trap she had ever set in her entire life; and bravely marched to her solitary death.
 Chu Jinglan, who had always been calm and restrained, angrily grabbed hold of her – “What did you take me for? Did you think you could just decide to stop teasing me so abruptly after all you’ve done?”
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