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Siheyuan: Starting Out as the Young Uncle 四合院：从小叔公开始
He Weiguo stood at the entrance to Nanluoguxiang, his homespun jacket flapping in the wind. He was in his early twenties, his face darkened by the sun, yet a smile tugged at his lips. It was not a simple, honest smile. His eyes curved like crescent moons, but remained clear and bright. He clutched two things in his hand: an old returned letter and a foreign coin. The letter was written years ago by He Daqing to a cousin back in his hometown. It mentioned that my son Yuzhu is working at a steel m
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You Asked Me to Clear Yang Mi's Name, but I Turned the Whole Entertainment Industry Upside Down 让你帮杨蜜洗白，你把娱乐圈掀了
Yang Mi is being attacked across the internet. The top three trending topics are: #YangMiDrinksWithClients#, #YangMiBulliesNewcomers#, and #YangMiActsLikeADiva#. In the conference room at Xinghui Media, Sister Zhou pushes a tablet toward Yang Mi and says with a smile, "Mimi, the company has put a lot into developing you. Sign this supplemental agreement, and we'll handle the scandal for you." The agreement calls for a five-year renewal, cuts her share from 10% to 5%, and raises the termination p
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Showbiz: Reborn, From a Nobody Extra in Hengdian to the Top 娱乐：重生横店如狗一样龙套日子
The alarm hadn't gone off yet, but He Zheng was already awake. He stared at the underside of the upper bunk for a few seconds. A piece of white foam board, scrap material discarded by a film crew, was stuck to it. He had brought it back to pad the bed frame. A photo was tucked into the lower right corner of the foam board, with only one corner showing. He knew who it was without looking. 6:42. He sat up, and the metal bunk creaked. The single room was fifteen square meters, facing north. In summ
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Siheyuan: I'm Jia Dongxu, and I'm Back 四合院：我贾东旭，回来了
Spring, 1965. Jia Dongxu pushed open the gate of the courtyard house. The door creaked like old bones groaning. Qin Huairu came out of Silly Zhu's room with an aluminum lunchbox in her hands. Half a piece of braised pork still clung to the bottom. They stared at each other across the courtyard. The lunchbox clanged to the ground. The meat rolled into a crack between the bricks, splattering grease. Silly Zhu stood in the doorway, clutching half a steamed bun. Crumbs littered the floor. Heads poke
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The Way of the Cautious: A Broken Mirror from the Start 苟道：开局一面破镜子
Chen Yuan huddled at the bottom of a dry well, trembling all over. Not from the cold. From fear. Above the mouth of the well, firelight turned the night sky red. Screams, pleas for mercy, and the dull thuds of blades striking bone echoed down into the well, one after another. Chen Yuan bit his lips until they bled, not daring to make a sound. He was fourteen years old. Three days ago, he had been the young master of the Chen household, with books to read, clothes to wear, and a maid named Liu Yu
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Are You Kidding Me? My Golden Finger Is a Clay Statue That Eats People 疯了吧！我的金手指是尊吃人泥塑
Zhou Chi was a menial disciple with no spiritual roots and a seven-in-ten chance of ending up dead or crippled. On his first day in the sect, he was pushed into a deadly trap. All five escape routes were sealed, and everyone was waiting for him to die. Instead, he cracked his forehead and bound himself to a ruined ancient temple. The clay statue said, “Worship me, or I’ll devour you.” He chose to worship it. From then on, while others cultivated by meditating, he cultivated by gambling with his
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The No-Blind-Dates Goddess System 不相亲女神系统
The rain had just stopped, and the streetlights cast a hazy glow. Wu Ping crouched beside a flower bed. Water was still dripping from his delivery uniform, and there was enough in his helmet to raise fish. The braised pork in his plastic lunchbox had gone cold, and the fat had congealed into a layer of white wax. He prodded it with his chopsticks. The piece of fatty meat wobbled. He'd completed forty-seven deliveries today and earned 284 yuan. He had 832 yuan in his pocket. Rent of 1,200 yuan wa
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Reborn: The Sixth-Dimensional Dark Realm 重生：第六维暗域
If the universe were an old computer that had been running for tens of billions of years, then when Zheng Qing woke up, the world had just developed a bug he couldn't understand. A blinding white light pried open Zheng Qing's tightly shut eyelids like a rusty, blunt knife. There was no moldy water stain on the ceiling of his rented room, and no endless roar of tires from the elevated highway outside. His back was pressed against a cold, hard metal surface that vibrated faintly. It didn't feel li
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Showbiz: I Become an Animal Trainer After the Entire Internet Hates Me 娱乐：从全网黑开始当驯兽师
"Smack." The tablet hit the conference table, screen facing up. Three trending headlines glowed on it, casting Yang Mi's face in a greenish pallor. #Yang Mi Drinks with Clients. Explosive. #Yang Mi Bullies Newcomers. Trending. #Yang Mi Acts Like a Diva. Trending. "Mimi, the company has spent five years building you up. It hasn't been easy." Sister Zhou pushed the contract over. The pages slid a foot across the tabletop and stopped by Yang Mi's elbow. "Sign this addendum, and the company will tak
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On the Flight from Famine, I Survived with Her Name on My Back 逃荒路上，我背着她的名字活下去
The eleventh year of the Da Qian reign. Spring famine. Heaven has gone blind. Guanzhong has suffered three years of drought, and the cracked earth is wide enough to fit a fist. Even the stray dogs by the roadside are so hungry they gnaw on their own legs, stopping only when they reach the bone. War has broken out again in the north. The government troops and the rebel bandits are both beasts. They take the last grain, leaving not even tree bark in their wake. Those cursed officials at court have
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The Tenth Door 第十扇门
On Chen Sheng's first day at Hengyuan Group, he learned one thing: don't look up. It wasn't a polite suggestion. It was posted on the wall. A line of black characters on the white wall of the registration hall, neat as a coroner's report: First Rule for New Employees: If you hear someone call out your employee number, do not turn around. There was another rule below it, in smaller print, almost obscured by the line above: Second Rule: Do not answer. There was nothing else beneath it. Chen Sheng
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A Desperate Fight for Survival in Northern Myanmar 缅北亡命求生路
The June rain came down hard and heavy. It was different here in this rather chilly city. Walking along the street, the cold felt nothing like the weather down south. I stood under the eaves at the school gate, watching rain cascade off the roof tiles and crash onto the bluestone pavement, kicking up a hazy veil of white spray. The air was thick with the earthy stench of mud, mixed with the greasy smell of cheap fried dough sticks wafting from the breakfast shop by the roadside. My phone screen
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My Husband's Trap: A Marriage Hunt 丈夫的圈套：婚姻猎杀
They had been married for three years. People said that marriage ended with one hand touching the other. But whenever she touched Zheng Zhichen, her heart still skipped a beat. Maybe it was because she had chosen him herself. Back then, the Su family had lined up enough arranged-match candidates to fill an A4 sheet. She rejected them all, yet at a party she found herself looking twice at Zheng Zhichen. He stood in a corner with a glass in his hand, hardly saying a word. When he smiled, a faint d
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