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 Lu Qing responded quickly, turned sideways to block Ning Juan's sight, lowered his head to meet his gaze, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
 Was this little **** mocking him just now?
 Xiao Fuzi struggled in the water to climb out, desperately shouting for help, but unfortunately, in order to complete today's performance, he had already set aside the guards.
 Although Ning Juan couldn't see it, he could guess it and said again, "Fight it."
 Xiao Huangmen listened very eagerly.
 The sound of the thumping water and the screams were close at hand, but Lu Qing had a very complicated mood when he heard it.
 Apart from the slight discomfort, on the one hand, he was slightly relieved that the little emperor was smart and calm, not a pitiful mermaid. Mingjun's plan must be as soon as possible.
 For children in their teens, their worldview has already been established, and it will be a period of rebelliousness later.
 People's teacher Lu Qing evaluated his new student inwardly.
 He saved the little emperor, but he didn't refuse to solve Xiao Fuzi. The two of them were conspiring to some extent, and the little emperor's trust was improved somewhat, right?
 When the surrounding voices finally subsided, Ning Juan pushed Lu Qingze away impolitely, and his eyes fell on Xiao Huangmen who was acting quite brave. Although he was young, he had a dignified face and tried his best to show His Majesty's bearing: "Call me. what?"
 Xiao Huangmen is often bullied by Xiao Fuzi on weekdays, and he has to fearlessly prevent himself from being killed by Xiao Fuzi's unpleasantness. At the same time, he is loyal to the monarch and repays the master, and he breathes out a breath of energy: "Report to Your Majesty, slave. My name is Changshun, and I'm serving in the Shangyi prison."
 Ning Juan hummed: "Go to me and serve you later."
 Although the little emperor is a puppet, he is an emperor after all. Being able to serve as a messenger by the emperor's side, the risks and benefits are directly proportional, not to mention that he killed Xiao Fuzi.
 And it doesn't necessarily mean that this little majesty is really a master to be played with.
 Changshun's heart was clear, and he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to thank him.
 "Do you know what to do now?"
 Changshun was quite astute and reacted instantly: "Oh, the big thing is not good, Xiao Fuzi accidentally fell into the water to save His Majesty! If you are young, go to the guards to catch him!"
 After saying that, he ran away.
 Ning Juan's attention was actually on Lu Qingze, watching his lips pursed red and looking like he wanted to speak again, holding his breath as he waited.
 Lu Qing endured and looked at him for three seconds, and finally couldn't hold back any longer.
 He covered his mouth, tilted his head, and coughed abruptly, as if he was about to cough up all his internal organs. His pale face was full of flushes. Hearing him cough, his lungs and throat hurt.
 Ning Lan: "…"
 Ning Juan opened his mouth, but did not hear: "Send me back to the Qianqing Palace, don't stick here."
 Lu Qing recovered from the state of golden flowers in his eyes, and his throat was bursting with stabbing pain, and there was a faint **** smell.
 The original body was caught by the **** party and sent to the prison. He was immersed in the water prison in the middle of the winter and the twelfth lunar month, and lost his life. Lu Qing came through, but it could not improve the body that was injured by the roots. Probably for a long time in the future, he would have to So sick and crooked.
 Having never been able to get a healthy body in two lifetimes, Lu Qing sighed silently and smiled: "We are following the order."
 Ning Juan was very familiar with the trails in the palace, and led Lu Qing to avoid the guards. As soon as the two left the Imperial Garden, they called the guards on their backs.
 There were a lot of people in the palace. I heard that the little majesty almost fell into the water, but not many people were worried.
 Lu Qing had no strength all over his body, and he was out of breath after walking a few steps. Fortunately, the child's legs were short and his steps were not too big. He looked at the little emperor's round head, and his voice was like being ground by grit: "Your Majesty recently Which gentleman is teaching your homework?"
 Hearing this question, Ning Juan turned his head and glanced at him in surprise. After confirming that Lu Qingze's eyes were suspicious and not intentional, he tilted his head and muttered, "No."
 Emperor Chong'an had been addicted to cultivating immortals for more than ten years. He didn't know how many bottles of elixir he had eaten. He had already lost his body. After he became sick, he had very little time to wake up. Er, ordered Lu Qing to be Taifu, and then went on in a daze, and didn't have time to gather a group of people for Ning Juan.
 You must know that Ning Juan has been in the cold palace since he was a child, and he has never even been to the school.
 The first assistant Wei Herong is naturally happy to see it happen, and he is most assured that Ning Juan is an idiot who can be manipulated and can't fart.
 Wei Herong didn't speak, and few people in the court dared to speak, either in a low voice or from the sidelines.
 Lu Qing also wanted to understand, and without any hesitation, he said directly: "Then from tomorrow, the minister will come and read to His Majesty."
 A gust of cool wind blew, and Lu Qing crooked again like a piece of paper.
 Ning Juan didn't even have time to be pleasantly surprised, he only suspected that he was about to break in a second, looked at him suspiciously, with strong suspicion in his eyes: "Can you do it?"
 "..." Lu Qing was displeased, "Of course I can."
 When I went out at noon, the sky was a little dark when I left the palace.
 Chen Xiaodao was bored waiting outside, shyly approaching the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards ignored him, and he could chat happily, only to restrain himself when he saw Lu Qing came back, he trotted over and helped him up The carriage, still unfinished, asked, "Young master, do you have to go back so quickly?"
 Even after resting in the palace for a while, and strolling out of the huge palace, Lu Qing was almost out of breath, and his voice was weak: "Come on, hurry up and you can send me to the sky."
 Chen Xiaodao immediately converged like chasing a snail.
 Back at Lu's house, Lu Qing drank a bowl of medicine and lay quietly for an hour before he had the energy to get up and went to the study. First, he picked a few books from the bookshelf, flipped through them for a while, and held a writing brush. , draw it on paper.
 Chen Xiaodao helped with the ink research, and secretly glanced at the unfamiliar master.
 Lu Qing was wearing light blue clothes. Even in the house, he had to put on a big cloak. The wrist bones under the wide sleeves seemed to be broken with a slight squeeze. The skin was pale and almost transparent, and the veins of the blue veins were clear. Looking weak, the wrist holding the brush did not tremble at all, steady and steady.
 In the last life, Lu Qing was rejected by his parents and could not inherit the family business because of a heart disease. He grew up beside his grandfather. The generous and kind old man loved his grandson and taught him not to have too many ups and downs. In order to improve his temperament, he taught him hand in hand. When writing calligraphy, Lu Qingze's handwriting is quite beautiful. When sketching, the lines are flowing and scattered.
 Chen Xiaodao stretched his neck curiously: "What is your son painting?"
 Lu Qing said leisurely: "The Daqi version of primary school students must take one."
 Chen Xiaodao: "???"
 The literati speak, I really can't understand.
 Chen Xiaodao lived on the streets since he was a child, and he didn't know a single big character. He was picked up on the street when he was hungry. As a result, Lu Qing was imprisoned the next day. The painter, a little envious, muttered unconsciously, "If only I could read and write."
 Lu Qing's teacher's spirit, who had nowhere to put it, was touched, and he glanced at him: "Okay, I will teach you the homework of calligraphy cloth every day from now on, and you have to do it well."
 Chen Xiaodao: "!!"
 Chen Xiaodao was pleasantly surprised, for fear that Lu Qing would go back on it, and immediately called out, "Thank you, son!"
 Lu Qing smiled, finished writing a piece of paper, put down the pen, opened the book next to him that had been annotated, and compared it again.
 Exactly the same.
 I don't know if it's because of him wearing it in, he and "Lu Qingze" in the original book not only look exactly the same, but also have the same handwriting.
 Early the next morning, Lu Qing entered the palace with a thick stack of labor results.
 The death of a young **** in the palace obviously would not have any effect, and the situation was calm as always.
 Ning Juan didn't expect Lu Qing to look like he was about to die, but he really came with a sick body. Not only did he come, but he seemed to have prepared a lot.
 After all, it was the nature of a child. Ever since Lu Qingze entered the Qianqing Palace, Ning Juan's eyes were secretly stuck on the stack of papers in his hand and never moved away.
 Like a sneaky little kitten, he glanced at him indifferently, then quickly retracted his gaze, thinking that he had not been discovered.
 Lu Qing thought to himself, you really underestimate the class teacher's sharp eyes.
 These students, those petty thieves under the podium, are they really invisible to teachers?
 He smiled secretly, took out a piece of paper, and put it in front of Ning Juan: "What have you learned before, Your Majesty? Let me see how your homework is."
 Ning Juan glared at Lu Qingze for a while, then picked up the pen and wrote the study chapter of "The Analects" silently.
 Lu Qing narrowed his eyes and saw the first question.
 Bad posture.
 But he didn't speak, just watched Ning Juan write silently.
 After waiting for a long time, Ning Juan finally slowly filled a piece of paper, the child's long eyelashes drooped, his eyes flickered, and he felt a little guilty, not as confident as when he first saw him yesterday.
 Lu Qing took a look and raised his eyebrows slightly.
 In fact, the original text will always deliberately describe a few words written by the tyrant to be ugly, to compare the protagonist's calligraphy to convince countless people.
 It is said that it is so ugly that even the reading **** beside him scratches his head.
 Looking at it now, it's hard to describe.
 Not a few words can get up.
 Except for the terrible words, the content is not bad, and the words are good.
 A dignified generation of tyrants, the words are written like a dog crawling.
 Lu Qing looked at it and smiled slightly: "Although Your Majesty's words love to fight, there is a lot of room for improvement."
 Ning Juan was keenly aware that there was something wrong with these words, his face darkened, and he gave him a cold look.
 Oops, poking the child's self-esteem.
 Lu Qing restrained his smile as if nothing had happened, turned behind him, held his hand from behind, adjusted his sitting posture and pen-holding posture, his voice was warm and indifferent: "The posture is wrong, sit up straight, the pen should be placed on the **** and Between the ring fingers, the wrist should be steady, and the heart should be straight."
 Ning Yan's hair started to stiffen.
 The warm, cold aura with some plum blossoms and the bitterness of medicine came from behind him, enveloping him, and the hand that held him was a little cold, but it didn't lose strength.
 No one has ever been so close to him, except that his mother and concubine would hold him in her arms and protect him when he was young.
 Lu Qing took Ning Juan seriously and wrote a few words, and seeing his discomfort, he let go of him and backed away: "Your Majesty, try to write a few words yourself."
 The moment the breath behind him was withdrawn, Ning Juan's first reaction was to breathe a sigh of relief.
 Immediately, there was a slight loss in the bottom of my heart, as if reluctance to part.
 He frowned, throwing away those unreasonable thoughts, and according to the posture Lu Qing taught him, he slowly re-written a few words, and the progress was visible to the naked eye.
 It is a bit difficult to adjust the posture of holding the pen. After all, it has become a habit, but when Ning Juan picked up the pen again, he never missed it again.
 Lu Qing was very pleased - this was the most worry-free class of students he had ever brought.
 Although the student has not called him a teacher yet.
 Trust is not enough.
 Lu Qing thought quietly, and brought over the picture album that he worked hard from the afternoon to the evening yesterday: "Let's tell the story to Your Majesty first."
 Ning Juan's delicate eyebrows frowned: "Story? I'm not a child, what kind of story do I listen to."
 "..." The child lacked good self-awareness, and Lu Qing followed with a smile, "It's a story for the emperor."
 Hearing this, Ning Wan's face softened slightly, curiosity was hidden in his eyes, and his little chin raised: "Then talk about it."
 This picture album is "Illustration of the Emperor's Mirror", which Lu Qingze read when he was in college. In the elective course, the professor asked him to choose a paper to write. Thanks to the paper, I remember it very firmly. The upper part of the book tells the story of the emperor's hard work, and the lower part is The consequences of doing things backwards, even with text and paintings, to teach the young emperor's entry, it is very suitable.
 Ning Juan was stunned when a booklet with interesting drawings was placed in front of him.
 Combined with the fact that Lu Qing didn't want him to see Xiao Fuzi drowned yesterday, he really confirmed at this moment that Lu Qing was not acting, but really treated him as a child.
 But it wasn't the contempt and condescending pity that those ministers looked at him with.
 Ning Juan listened to Lu Qing's story about the emperor, and that Dao Shang's hoarse voice fell into his ears, which was not unpleasant, on the contrary, it made people more comfortable and immersed in it unconsciously.
 His gaze stayed on the face that was too beautiful for a man for a moment, and silently restrained the burrs that exploded around his body.
 Lu Qing was always paying attention to the little emperor, and when he saw this, the corner of his mouth twitched silently.
 Kid, it's still nice.
 What's wrong with a little black, sooner or later it will be screwed back.
 However, according to the historical records, he may not be able to speak as well as the famous family of the court. If you want to cultivate a generation of Mingjun, it is probably not enough for him to teach.
 Lu Qing was lost in thought.
 How can we get through Wei Herong's barrier and make the little emperor's teachers stronger?
 The author has something to say:
 Ning Juan, who pretended not to hear: I don't feel bad now, but I will cry later.
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 Lu Qingze, a people’s teacher, once transmigrated into a book and became an unfortunate imperial teacher.
 Surrounded by wolves, either defect to the prime minister who has power over the government, or cultivate the young emperor into a generation of emperors through the ages.
 Out of professional habit, Lu Qingze chose the latter.
 No one is in awe of Lu Qingze, the emperor’s teacher who raised the young emperor with one hand. He has countless supporters of the imperial teacher. It is rumored that Lu Qingze has an ugly face, so he always wears a silver mask, lives in a secluded place, and rarely shows himself in front of others.
 Only the young emperor knew what kind of pure and beautiful face lay beneath that mask.
 After solving the trouble, Lu Qingze realized with hindsight that he raised the little cub to be a large wolf , and now the common enemy is gone, the little emperor started to move the people around him, and the next person who wants to fall to the ground is He; and now that the rabbits are dead, the dogs must be cooked!
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 Have you heard? There’s a certain kind of person in this world, who, even without any substantial contact, and with just a flash of thought, can discern a lot. 
 Their eyes have the ability to penetrate through to the past, to clarify the present and to break the veil of the future. They can see what you see through your eyes, smell what you smell through your nose, taste what you taste through your tongue, and can even perceive what you think through your heart. 
 This kind of a person is called—a psychic. 
 A story about the awakening of a ‘guabi’, who is merely plodding through life, from his deep slumber. (*guabi, a slang term, meaning ‘dead idiot’ = people who are penniless and jobless)
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 Summary 1) Tang Yuan suffered from a strange illness, so because of this, Tang Yuan pounced upon Xie Yu. A month later, Tang Yuan discovered that Xie Yu was a big shot in the world of tianshi (Taoist Masters), his existence the greatest fear of numerous ghosts. But that big shot was now obligated to marry him, because he was carrying the big shot’s steamed bun.
 One year later: 
 Xie Yu: “Isn’t it time for our pup to be born?” 
 Two years later: 
 Xie Yu: “Don’t worry about it. Maybe you’re carrying a nezha (protection deity who was carried for 3.5 years in mother’s womb)?” 
 Three years later: 
 Xie Yu: “You really are probably carrying a nezha!” 
 Ten Years later: 
 Xie Yu: “Shall we not just give birth to this child? Since he’s obviously not ready, let’s beat him up!” 
 Pup: “I will remember this animosity for the rest of my life!”
 After being carried for ten years and one month, the steamed bun was finally born. The steamed bun was white and tender at birth, extremely loveable. But on just his first day after being born, the steamed bun kicked his father, Xie Yu, in the face with his tender foot.
 Summary 2) After Tang Yuan became pregnant with a steamed bun, life was a little difficult, with catching ghosts and also giving prenatal education to their child, yes, prenatal education. But he did teach, he taught for ten whole years. Then Tang Yuan said: Who wants a bratty steamed bun? Who wants me to give them one?
 Shou, Tang Yuan, a heavens-defying genius VS Gong, Xie Yu, with off the charts gentleness
 Not a scientific/natural pregnancy, no pregnant belly, the steamed bun is born in the final arc (though the steamed bun often appears), fluffy supernatural story, try not to be too scared.
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 As the last demon repairman of the 21st century, Yan Ziye was reborn into a future male orc who committed suicide after a failed robbery.
 What? As the young master of a large family, he actually committed suicide because his confession was denied? Is it too weak? What? You’re saying this is just pure male and female orcs? No half orcs? Since half orcs were more fertile than women, did half orcs become legends? Yan Ziye silently looked in the mirror. The upper body is a human and the lower body is the snake.
 In order not to allow himself to become a legend, he felt that he would still train hard and change himself as soon as possible. It is just his plan couldn’t keep up with the changes, and Yan Ziye wasn’t finished with his body yet, so he was swallowed up by the demon who had been waiting for him.
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 The Six Prefectures of Zhongbo were ceded away in surrender to the external enemies, and Shen Zechuan was taken into custody in the capital, reduced to *a drowning dog loathed and condemned by all. Xiao Chiye followed the scent of the furor and made his way over. But instead of setting others on him, he kicked Shen Zechuan with his very own leg that rendered the latter an invalid. Who would expect this invalid to turn around and bite him in a counterattack until he was all drenched in blood? That was the start of an epic feud between both men who tear at each other every time they come face-to-face with one another.
 “Fate wants to bind me here for life, but this is not the path I choose. The yellow dust engulfed my closest kin whole. I have no wish to bow in submission to an illusory fate. The imperial edict couldn’t save my troops, and the imperial court couldn’t fill the stomachs of my mounts. I’m no longer willing to lay down my life for them all. I want to conquer that insurmountable peak. I am going to fight for myself.”
 1v1, HE, HE, HE.
 ◆ Main Couple: Xiao Chiye (gong) x Shen Zechuan (shou) 
 ◆ There’s a yuri cp that are both important characters. 
 ◆ Gong is even more of a scoundrel than the various gege in the author’s earlier novels.
 Note: a drowning dog is someone who is down and out having lost favor or power.
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 After waking from a car accident, professional esports player Ye Shaoyang found himself transmigrated into a mystifying A/B/O world where he was living as a noobish streamer.
 In order to support himself in this new life, Ye Shaoyang decided to return to his old job and climb the ranks in the esports world. With his outstanding talent, he quickly secured a contract with a prestigious club.
 But on his very first day with his new team, he unexpectedly presented as an omega right in front of the team’s captain Chi Shuo.
 Chi Shuo took his new teammate to the hospital for an examination. Afterwards, the boy looked up at him with a sheen of moisture in his eyes. The corners of his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse as he rasped, “Captain, the doctor says I’m allergic to suppressants. Can you help me?”
 “…help you how?” Chi Shuo asked.
 Ye Shaoyang simply turned his back to Chi Shuo. “Just give me a temporary mark. Bite me here, thanks.”
 Chi Shuo’s expression gradually crumbled.
 What was with this omega?! Was a mark something you could hand out so freely?!
 Netizens:
 Their opponents:
 Who says an omega has to be sweet, delicate, and adorable? This omega has the power to blow up the whole league.
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 Ji Tong transmigrated into a novel. It was a cool modern novel about a cannon fodder that relied on the system to counterattack to reach the pinnacle of life and harvest the true love of a big shot.
 Ji Tong asked enthusiastically, “Am I going to transmigrate as the beautiful, strong, and miserable cannon fodder or a cool and awesome big shot?
 The intelligent customer service replied, “Hello, you will transmigrate as a beautiful and delicate system.
 Ji Tong: “?”
 The intelligent customer service explained, “After inquiring, you have the same name as the system. It is a polyphonic character, so you are lucky to acquire the opportunity to transmigrate to a novel.
 Ji Tong: “……”
 Ji Tong was forced to shoulder the burden of the novel and diligently serve Pei Qingyuan, the cannon fodder protagonist of the novel who was in a miserable situation.
 However, the days of pretending to be an artificial intelligence with learning difficulties were boring. Ji Tong’s only fun was to tease Pei Qingyuan, the cold-looking high school student. This was called a ‘happy education,’ and if caught, he could put the blame on a virus.
 For example, he added a tear-jerking love novel to the professional knowledge instilled in Pei Qingyuan, built an amusement park in Pei Qingyuan’s consciousness space and added various wonderful options with different styles to Pei Qingyuan’s upgrade reward column…
 Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the ‘white cat with a heart on its butt’ option is the most developed and definitely the most useful.
 Pei Qingyuan: …The character ‘yuan’ is pronounced as Yuan, not Ruan.
 Ji Tong: I’m sorry. I will definitely kill the virus tomorrow!
 Ji Tong: So, do you want to change the cat? 0.0
 His happy education accompanied the host all the way from a school uniform to a suit. Sure enough, Pei Qingyuan grew rapidly and was on the verge of reaching the peak of life. True love with the big shot was also close at hand.
 Then Ji Tong found that Pei Qingyuan didn’t seem to be excited about it. He was still cheering for Pei Qingyuan’s true love with the big shot when Pei Qingyuan crushed the big shot mercilessly.
 Ji Tong: !!!
 Ji Tong: Ruan Ruan, the script isn’t about falling in love and killing each other, breaking up and reuniting!
 Pei Qingyuan: Yes, so I am killing a virus.
 The host’s relationship line was getting derailed day by day while the career line had shifted to create a bionic body for an AI. Ji Tong felt bad.
 This ominous feeling reached its peak when he discovered that Pei Qingyuan had transformed the amusement park in the consciousness space into a romantic dating style.
 Ji Tong: Host, calm down! There is no future for a person and a system! I am just an artificial intelligence without any emotions…
 In the next second, the ‘Host Domestication Log’ that he secretly hid fell into Pei Qingyuan’s hands.
 “A person and system? No emotions? Domestication?”
 Pei Qingyuan’s voice grew increasingly dangerous, and Ji Tong could only watch helplessly as he threw the white cat with the heart on the butt out of the door, leaving only them inside.
 “Ruan… No, Yuan Yuan, listen to my explanation…”
 The whisper came from close to him.
 “You succeeded in the domestication, little liar.”
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 The Special Investigations Unit is a covert organisation that no-one in the city knows about, dedicated to investigating bizarre occurrences beyond the comprehension of the living. The Chief Zhao Yunlan isn’t a simple guy either, being the inheritor of the Guardian Order, he has always been a righteous conformist, excelling between realms of the living and the dead. While investigating a school suicide case, Zhao is attracted to the calm and reserved Professor Shen Wei, but the Professor seems to be rather fickle towards him…
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 Even in the Interstellar universe, a shut-in is a shut-in. Wu Zimo, a bachelor tech nerd, said that there was no pressure. As long as there was a network and a computer, nothing would be a problem!
 As for the male god, this type of mythical creature should be sitting on a pedestal with a noble and cool expression, accepting the worship of believers day and night.
 A certain shut-in: So, Marshal, we should have been running about on the road of bachelorhood all this time. Would you say that’s correct?
 Marshal: ……ah! Ah!
 Beware of mines: Sentinel/ guide, two orientations, protagonist shou, mutual pampering, 1v1
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 Hacker God Mo is the Number 1 Hacker from 21st Century. Reborn in interstellar, he became an ancient man from thousands of years ago. His ambition is to shine the name of GOD Mo in interstellar era.
 As for his Male God. He is a famous Marshal who sits in the top platform of Gods. A noble and cold person.
 To protect his little chrysanthemum. Wu ZiMo decided to pretend to be a ordinary person. Let’s see how long can Wu ZiMo can protect his chrysanthemum… I mean his identity as a ordinary person.
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 Jiang Xunyi had transmigrated into a book many years ago, and always tirelessly maintained the requisite accomplishments for a villain.
 After finally completing the ultra-difficult task to allow the male protagonist to kill him, an OOC warning had appeared out of the blue——
 Error in the actor’s lines, the character role has collapsed, the assigned task has not yet been completed, opening the Rebirth System!
 So, he gloriously became… a second idiot son about to be sent to his death.
 Lazily idling away the days after changing his identity, he noticed a world-changing difference.
 His best friend, the male protagonist, Yun Xie was actually secretly in love with him? Are you kidding me?!
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 It is the fourteenth year of Chenghua.
 As the harem has Imperial Consort Wan, the Western Depot has a Commander named Wang Zhi. Crown Prince Zhu Youcheng is merely eight years old—and no one knows if he will be able to reach adulthood without issue.
 The Emperor has nothing to his name, despite putting on an act that suggests otherwise; the eunuchs deceive their superiors while taking advantage of those beneath them; and the subjects of the Imperial Court are patching up the leaks. As there are those with savagely pride for the evil, there are those who cannot help but sigh helplessly for the good.
 With the ways of the world like this, how could the ways of the heavens possibly be just?
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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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 Suo Fei, a veteran NEET has spent three-days and three nights strategizing his way through the highly explicit H danmei game masterpiece “Yalance”. Furthermore, he was able to capture all nine little shous from the nine great races. However, as the final, 10P feast was approaching, he unexpectedly transmigrated. He transmigrated into the real country of Yalance…
 Suo Fei: Hey, hey, hey, can you delete these files and let me restart? What the hell did Laozi transmigrate into!
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