The Stars Are Also Pretending to Be Dumb
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Xie Qilu didn't expect that the assassin master Yan Wang who picked her up from the bottom of the dungeon pit in the game and chased her to change her skill points was actually the cold-blooded male god who topped the academy forum in real life. In the game, he is an exclusive assistant who talks unusually: "Keep your milk supply steady, don't wait for me to run out of blood before you pay big bucks." "Wear this equipment while it piles dust in my warehouse." In reality, he is the senior who took over her crooked bicycle and helped her fend off the spilled coffee in the library. It wasn't until a certain elective course grouping, when she looked at the word "Lu Yan" on the list, and glanced at the game master-apprentice interface on his mobile phone, that she realized belatedly - it turned out that the male god's coldness had never been towards her. "Master," Su Qimeng poked his arm, "In the game you say I am special, does that count in reality?" The tips of Lu Yan's ears were slightly red. He pushed the warmed milk over and said in a lower voice than usual: "Forget it. It has been since the day you became my master."
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