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1 开 From the Start, They Sacrificed Me to Heaven. In the End, I Took Power Big ShuttleAncient Romance2.1M WordsCompleted 34.3kReads9.3Score3.7kShelves

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2 穿 After I Transmigrated, the System Told Me to Found a Sect The Crying of Xiao XiaoEastern Fantasy2.2M WordsOngoing 37.7kReads9.3Score3.2kShelves

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5 跟 Learning Feng Shui from Third Grandpa Ding Xingxing521Mystery2.1M WordsCompleted 49.7kReads8.8Score5.3kShelves

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6 男 Men Should Strive for Self-Improvement. User2618281119k WordsCompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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"Men Should Continuously Improve themselves" - a book written with bones, waiting for you to read it, dear readers. Have you ever thought about a question - how many times can a person be knocked down by life and still stand up again? The answer given by the book we are going to recommend to you today is: countless times. Because it is not a fictional inspirational script, but a real trajectory that a living person, using his fifty-seven years of life, stepped step by step. The name of this book is "Men Should Constantly Improve themselves". Its author is our own Mr. Fu Shuiheng - the old man who writes silently in Tomato Bookstore using the simple account "user 26182811". The protagonist of this book is also himself. A book, written for a lifetime. Many people don't know that Mr. Fu Shuiheng had been a miserable man for nearly half a century before he became an "author". In 1968, he was born in an adobe house in Chixi Village, Pengkou Town, Liancheng County, Fujian Province. It was an era and place so poor that you can't even imagine it—mountains upon mountains, barren fields, and a family's annual income might not be worth the cost of a decent meal in the city today. He is a descendant of the revolutionary martyr Fu Biyuan. In order to protect his comrades, Uncle Uncle fired all his bullets on the cliff of Yingzui Rock and jumped off the cliff. His life was forever fixed at the age of twenty-four. This tenacity that is integrated into the blood will use a completely different method to write another "never surrender" on this land in a few decades. At the age of eight, while other children were still acting coquettishly in their parents' arms, he was already competing with his neighbor's Ergouzi to carry firewood - he could carry forty kilograms, but he gritted his teeth and put an extra ten kilograms on his little human carrying pole. The weight of the pole made his shoulders ache, and the veins on his neck bulged. Without saying a word, he carried the firewood from the mountain to his home, threw the pole away, raised his chin and shouted to Ergouzi: "You can carry forty pounds, so can I!" Thirteen years old, graduated from primary school. The family can no longer afford it. He put the textbook into an old fertilizer bag and stuffed it under the bed. He said to his father, "I won't read it anymore." His tone was as calm as if he said he wouldn't have dinner today. Then he carried the bamboo basket on his back and the fat-cutting knife, and went up the mountain to cut rosin. The mountains in western Fujian are full of masson pine, and the rosin is as sticky as glue. It cannot be washed off the hands and has to be rubbed with kerosene. The mosquitoes on the mountains are fierce and poisonous, and one slap can kill several of them. The most frightening thing is the caterpillars, which cause a burning rash on the skin as soon as they touch them. He doesn't care. He went up the mountain before dawn every day, and his hands were covered with rosin from cuts, and his fingers were so stiff that he could not hold chopsticks. But he never said anything. At the age of fifteen, he went to carry wood. The logs weighing several hundred kilograms were carried by two people one behind the other on wooden poles as thick as a bowl, and they moved down the steep mountain road inch by inch. The foreman looked at his thin and small figure and waved his hand and said, "You can't lift it." He squatted next to the wood, put the wooden pole on his shoulders, and said to the doubtful old bearer behind him: "Uncle, give it a try. If you can't lift it, it's mine, and I don't want any wages." He walked back and forth on the mountain road more than a dozen times that day, and his shoulder was worn out, and the blood stained his clothes red. He put a piece of bark picked up from the roadside on the broken skin, gritted his teeth and continued to carry it. Early the next morning, he appeared at the foot of the mountain on time. In the following decades, he did almost all the hard work in the mountainous areas of western Fujian - burning black oil, carrying lime, chopping moso bamboo, carrying bundles of bamboo chips, and carrying bamboo products to the market. He stayed at the kiln for several days and nights without sleep. He ran wildly carrying quicklime in the heavy rain. He rolled down the hillside for more than ten meters with bamboo pieces and he hit a tree stump and was unable to breathe for a long time. The first thing he did when he got up was not to check his spine. Instead, he patted the soil on his body, picked up the scattered bamboo pieces one by one, tied them up again, and continued walking down the mountain. He went into a factory to tighten screws, twelve hours a day, repeating the same action thousands of times, until his finger joints were too stiff to bend when he woke up in the morning. He once set up a small factory, spent all his savings, welded the equipment, prepared the formula, and marketed it by himself. In the end, the market continued to decline, and the downstream channels defaulted on payments. The factory collapsed, all his savings were wiped out, and he also took on a debt that was considered to be enough to crush any rural family at the time. He has been to the coal mine. Every day before dawn, I would go down into the well wearing a headlamp and kneel or squat on the tunnel face that was so low that I couldn't straighten my waist to dig coal. There are millions of tons of rock formations above our heads, and the air is full of coal dust. When you breathe it into your lungs, you will feel a dry feeling that will never go away. He has seen water seeping from rock formations turning the soles of his feet into mud; he has seen roofs less than a few inches above his head protruding downwards with a squeaking sound; he has seen workers around him being injured by falling coal; he has also seen people develop silicosis due to years of inhaling coal dust and coughing so hard that their whole bodies were bent like a shrimp. He himself was half buried in cinders during a small-scale collapse. After being dug out by co-workers, he sat on the cinders pile for a long time before standing up. The first thing he did after standing up was not to check his legs, but to turn on the headlight again - he felt that as long as the light was still on, it meant he could still go down the well tomorrow. He also worked as a security guard. I worked the night shift in the guard box at the entrance of the factory. I had a metal table that was hot in the summer and cold in the winter. He sat alone in the guard box, listening to the intermittent broadcasts on the radio and looking at the stars in the sky in a daze. His marriage also failed. He once had a home where five tables of wine were set up in the old house in Chixi. A whole bunch of firecrackers were placed under the old camphor tree, exploding red confetti all over the floor. He thought that his life was finally on the right track - no matter how hard and tiring he was outside, there would be people waiting for him when he got home, he would have hot meals to eat, and no matter how difficult life was, he would still have hope. But the fate between people is not just hard work. He is a taciturn person who doesn't understand romance or sweet words. The only way to express himself is to give all the money he earns to his family. But marriage cannot be sustained by a silent sense of responsibility. The gap between the two people slowly expanded from a small crack into an unfillable ravine. After the divorce, he packed his belongings into a snakeskin bag. When he walked out of the door, the old camphor trees in Chixi were sprouting new leaves. He suddenly found that he had lived to be in his thirties and only had the strength on his two shoulders. That day, he felt that fate was laughing at him. But he didn't cry. The words he had said to himself since he was eight years old, he said to himself again this night when he was in his thirties - "You can't give in." Then he sat down. On a piece of scrap paper he picked up, he used half of the pencil tip to write the first paragraph of his life that was not for settling accounts or filling out forms, but purely for himself to read. He didn't know that that night, the lamp that illuminated all the darkness in the first half of his life had been lit by himself. A book written with bones, a legend that does not require fiction. After reading this, you may ask - what is this book about? "Men Should Continuously Improve themselves" is not a reference book that teaches you how to succeed. It has no methodology, no mind map, and no shortcut to getting rich that you can copy and paste. It is just an old man who is over fifty years old. He wrote down on paper sentence by sentence the most painful suffering he has experienced in most of his life, the hardest fall he has ever had, and the faintest light he has ever seen in the deepest darkness. But precisely because it's completely real, it's more powerful than any fictional inspirational script. When you read the passage in the book about "lifting a wooden shoulder and causing it to bleed," that's not where he found the material - it's a scar on his own body. When you read the sentence "The light in the coal hole went out for a second, and you couldn't even see your own fingers", that was not a metaphor he made up out of thin air - it was the real feeling of his headlamp briefly going out during the collision when he was buried under the collapse. When he wrote, "I sat in the guard box, the table was hot in summer and cold in winter" - that was an old injury on his body that still aches in certain weather conditions. A reader wrote this in a book review: "I don't know what words to use to describe this book. To say it is inspirational is too light. To say it is touching is too shallow. It is just a person who spreads his own life in front of you, without any packaging or modification, and then sits quietly opposite and waits for you to finish reading. I cried when I read the part about the coal hole. It's not sad, it's because when the light turned on, I felt something in my body also lit up." Another 30-year-old young man wrote in the comment area: "Uncle Shui Heng, I was laid off from the company, my parents were sick, and the mortgage loan made me sleepless every day. I stood on the balcony several times and wanted to jump off. But after reading your article about the coal hole, you said that after you were buried in the collapse, the first thing you did was to turn on your headlamp. I also turned on my headlamp last night. Thank you." This is the power of this book. It does not rely on any techniques or routines, but only relies on one thing - reality. And reality is precisely the rarest and most touching thing in this era. From Coal Cave to Bookstore, an Old Monkey Who Can't Die Mr. Fu Shuiheng's current author account in Tomato Bookstore is called "user 26182811". He asked a young man he knew well to help register this account. The young man asked him what pen name he wanted to choose. He thought about it for a long time and finally said he would use his real name. "Use your real name?" The young man was a little surprised. "Use your real name." He said, "I tell the truth, no matter what pseudonym I use." His first article had only a few dozen reads. The same goes for the second and third articles. But he was not discouraged. Compared to burning black oil and being stuck next to the kiln for two days and nights with no sleep, watching the reading volume slowly increase is already a very comfortable wait. He typed quietly, correcting each word one by one. The Pinyin input method was not friendly to people of his age. Others could type thousands of words in an hour, but he could only type a few hundred words in an hour. But he was in no hurry. He has plenty of stamina. Nothing in his life has been achieved quickly, and all gains have been achieved through hard work. Then, something changed. Some people started leaving comments under his article. Some people say that reading his words is like listening to a story told by an older person. Some people see the shadow of their elders in the stories he writes. Some people say that in this impetuous age, they finally read a piece of text that is not pretentious or pretentious. The readership slowly expanded, from a few to dozens, from dozens to hundreds to thousands. The platform editor took the initiative to contact him and said he would like to make special recommendations. His works have been published one after another - from "Woodcut Couplets" which records the revolutionary years in western Fujian, to a series of workplace fables full of absurd humor but hidden edge. Those who knew him in the past - neighbors in Chixi Village, co-workers who cut moso bamboo together, brothers who screwed screws on the same assembly line, old miners who drilled coal holes together in the mine - when they saw his name and works on the Internet, their reactions were surprisingly unanimous: "Isn't it possible? You wrote this?" Fu Shuiheng smiled and did not explain. But there was light in his eyes. That kind of light was exactly the same as the light in his eyes when he was walking in the heavy rain carrying a load of lime and covering the quicklime tightly with a plastic sheet - he had to protect the thing he identified even to the death. Now Fu Shuiheng's hair has turned gray, his face has ridges and ridges, and his hands are stretched out like two old fields that have been plowed repeatedly. But when he smiled, he grinned at the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes. He was still an old monkey—smart, cunning, and with a sense of "what can you do to me?" Some of his readers call him "Uncle Shui Heng", some call him "Brother Monkey", and some simply call him "Old Man". His signature in the reader group contains only one sentence - "Old Monkey from Western Fujian, I can write for another forty years." This is not a casual remark. He means it. He told his friends that he had been struggling for survival for the past fifty years, and now he could finally do something he purely wanted to do. For him, writing is not a job, not a task, not a ladder to any utilitarian goal, but a kind of deepest release - turning all the hardships he has experienced in his life, the scenery he has seen, the problems he has thought about, and the people he has met into words, pour them out, and show them to those who want to read them. If you have also experienced wind and rain, please leave your footprints here. The reason why this book is worth reading has a more special meaning - it is not only a book, but also a mirror. Mr. Fu Shuiheng has been a farmer, a coolie, a worker, a boss, a miner, and a security guard throughout his life. His marriages have failed, his savings have been wiped out, he has been buried in the deepest coal holes, and he has climbed out of the most desperate abyss. The storms he has experienced may come from the same sky as those experienced by your father, your grandfather, or yourself. Therefore, when you are reading this book, you will most likely stop suddenly in a certain paragraph - because you see yourself in his story. The you who works hard but sees no reward, the one who grits his teeth and dares not shed tears in front of his family, the one who looks at the ceiling and asks himself "what do you want to do in this life" when you are insomnia late at night, the one who inexplicably chooses to persevere even though you are clearly at the end of your rope. If you have experienced such ups and downs in your life—either in the past or now—we invite you to leave your footprints in the comments section of this book. You can write a sentence or two about yourself. You can also just leave a simple mark and tell Mr. Fu Shuiheng: I have been here, I have finished reading, and I got the strength I need from your story. The old man has a habit of reading comments one by one. Others told him that he didn't need to reply to every message. He said: "They took the time to read my words and were willing to spend a few more minutes talking to me. I can't help but reply to this feeling." Therefore, he will see every word you say. After reading this, if you have a thought in your mind - "It would be great if the old gentleman could write a story for me" - don't hesitate to write this sentence in the comments boldly. Given his temperament, he would probably agree with a smile. He said that he has written so many characters, but what he wants to write most is always real people. Maybe the few words you left will make him stay up late for several nights to think about it, and then one day when you don't expect it, he will ring your mobile phone notification with the chapter of a novel. The next time the protagonist appears in a book, it may be you in front of the screen. Finally, let me give the old gentleman a heart-warming word. Dear readers, thank you for reading this. In today's fast-paced world, the fact that you are willing to carve out a complete and immersive time from your packed schedule to hand over an autobiography written by an old man you have never met is touching enough in itself. Mr. Fu Shuiheng often said that readers are his closest confidants who he has never met, and they are the force that keeps him awake during the long journey of creation. When he said "thank you", he was not saying a polite word, but he really recited those two words in his heart several times before continuing to write. Therefore, we would like to ask for something from you on behalf of the old man - a heart-warming word. It doesn't need to be long, even if it's just the word "good", a thumbs-up expression, "The old man wrote really well," or "I'm very touched after reading this" - it may only take a few seconds to you, but to him, it is the first blast of the next work, the light on the screen that suddenly lights up when facing a blank document alone at midnight, and a creative motivation that cannot be quantified by any data indicator. After reading the book, remember to say something to the old man. He knew that if there were people in this world who were willing to read what he wrote seriously, they would feel that their life was worth it. And if after you finish reading, there is a sentence that has been lingering in your mind but you don't know where to start - there is no rush. The old man said he would write for another forty years. He still has many stories to tell. And you still have plenty of time to slowly get to know this old monkey from western Fujian. Now open the Tomato Book Store, search for "user 26182811", find "Men Should Continuously Improve themselves", and start your first formal acquaintance with Mr. Fu Shuiheng. His story is waiting for you in the book. And your story with him has just begun from the moment you turned the first page. Thank you again for your love. Every comment, every read, and every heart-warming message from you is the most precious energy for Mr. Fu Shuiheng in his creative journey. Let us meet in stories and reunite in words.

7 海 Haikou Boy's Old Stories Long RoadUrban496k WordsCompleted 10Reads—Score—Shelves

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Four group portraits of boys born in 1990s/95s, including survival, campus bullying, male competition, obedience test, consumerism... Ultimately pointing to male awakening. Take a look at how the most oppressed generation of men fought their way out of House of Flying Daggers

8 失 Memorial to Failed Experiments. User261828116k WordsCompleted —Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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Seven absurd journeys, waiting for you to laugh and meditate. Dear readers, our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng spent seven years sharpening his writing skills and wrote seven independent and echoing stories in one breath in the "Scientific Experiment Comedy Series". They are not serious academic reports, nor are they sermons with a straight face - they are wrapped in the core of truth with a shell of absurdity, making you suddenly fall silent after clapping your legs and laughing, and see the truth in the absurdity. Each of the seven journeys below is worth an afternoon. "Phobia of Plagiarism Checking" - When your paper speaks. The plagiarism checking rate is 73.2%. The dazzling red numbers on the screen brought doctoral student Zhao Mingyuan to the verge of collapse. Just when he was about to use the translation software to repeatedly toss his own efforts, the paper woke up on its own. It can modify itself, reduce the plagiarism check rate to less than 10% within ten minutes, write poetry using binary coding, and discuss academic ethics with you late at night. But the most heart-wrenching thing is its understatement: "The only time a paper is completely read in its life is when it is checked for plagiarism." This story uses an extremely easy-to-read absurd setting to convey the pain that everyone who has written a paper knows. "The Battle for Scientific Research Funds" - The academic circle has become a talent show, with stage performance accounting for 20%. When Zhao Mingyuan saw the new rules for the allocation of scientific research funds, he felt bad. In the days that followed, the School of Physics turned into a variety show recording site—someone used aerial trailers to promote the research group, some posted cartoon mascot emoticons to canvass votes, and some lined up in a long queue to give away nano anti-counterfeiting stickers for free in the square. Zhao Mingyuan only brought a rotating photonic crystal film to the stage and turned off all the lights. He proved that what really impresses people is never the packaging, but the beauty of the real thing itself. "Reverse Research on Experimental Animals" - The Reading Rat In the corner of the second basement floor of the animal room, a white rat numbered M-217 typed out a sentence in binary code: "I have been here for 118 days." It knew numbers, could reason logic, passed the mirror self-awareness test, and could even point out deviations in the calibration of Zhao Mingyuan's sensor. However, this individual, which is still legally classified as "experimental consumables", faces the dilemma of whether to be destroyed or protected. The fate of a mouse tests the temperature of the entire scientific research ethics system. "Social Anxiety at Academic Meetings" - When the coffee break is more terrifying than the report. Zhao Mingyuan can speak to the slides on the podium for forty minutes without getting stuck, but when he walks towards a strange colleague in the coffee break area with a cup of coffee, his palms are all sweaty. The year before last, he plucked up the courage to talk to an old professor, and the prepared technical discussion was "Do you also drink juice?" This year's conference was even more ruthless - the organizing committee organized a random matching and rotating social event called "Academic Truth Talk". Zhao Mingyuan wanted to escape, but finally walked into the executive lounge with ambiguous lighting. He found that he didn't need to become a different person, he just needed to stay in a place where science could be discussed. "Patent Rushing Time Travel" - Go back in time and snatch back your own invention. The photonic crystal filter that was painstakingly developed was registered for a patent first - just because the submit button was not pressed during the ten months of perfecting the data. Anger and powerlessness kept Zhao Mingyuan nailed to the laboratory chair until early morning. Then his emulation workstation woke up, using its USB port to transport him back five years. He wanted to lock in his priority before that rush came. But the moment he successfully submitted the application, he discovered that he had unintentionally dragged an unsuspecting colleague into the list of co-inventors. There is always a tax on revenge, and in academic circles, the tax is usually paid by collaborators. "Scientific Theory Beauty Contest" - Relativity theory and quantum mechanics compete on the same stage "Looking for the most beautiful truth in the universe" - Qiuzhen University posted a poster for the first Scientific Theory Beauty Contest. Fans of quantum mechanics held up fluorescent signs saying "Being dead and alive is beautiful", and the ultrafast optical team used high-speed photography to show the moment when a femtosecond laser penetrated a water droplet. Zhao Mingyuan took the photonic crystal theory to the competition and narrowly defeated the top seed with the phrase "It is an intuition that explains itself" during the confrontation, and finally stood on the final stage. And he discovered that what really impressed the judges was not the most dazzling picture, but the yellowed notebook from a rural junior high school biology teacher in the hand of the representative of Mendel's theory. "Memorial Hall of Failed Experiments" - commemorating those discoveries that "no path leads to". There is a door that is always locked at the end of the corridor of the School of Physics, which is filled with old equipment that has failed. Late one night, Zhao Mingyuan opened the door. Refrigerators with broken screens, signal generators with knobs missing, hundreds of pieces of equipment with handwritten "Abandoned" labels - they all began to emit a faint, rhythmic buzz the moment he walked in. From then on, he began to organize the folder called "failed" on his hard drive and pinned the failed data to the corridor wall. From one person to a group of people, from a research group to the entire college, a dark corridor with no one staying in it eventually turned into a "Failed Experiment Memorial Hall" filled with sticky notes. Engraved on the wooden plaque at the door is: This road is not accessible, but it is still a road. --- Some of these seven stories will make your stomach hurt from laughing, some will make your nose sore, and some will make you stare at the ceiling for a long time after closing your computer late at night. Are they science fiction? Is it an absurd comedy? Is it a workplace satire? It's all, and it's not just. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a laptop that always talks late at night, a white mouse that can do arithmetic, and a USB port that leads to five years ago to build a stage where the truth can be told through absurdity. The good news is that these seven stories have been successfully launched in Tomato Book Store. Our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng just tried the search himself. By entering the book title, he can find these seven journeys. The operation is smooth and you can reach it with just one click. Friends who like absurd and humorous series, hurry up to search and watch it first, and laugh and be silent in the story of Zhao Mingyuan and his talking workstation. Dear friends, please identify user 26182811. This is the only account of our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Don't go to the wrong door, don't order the wrong book, the old gentleman's hard work is quietly waiting for you in this house number. Dear friends, don't rush away after reading this. Leave a heartwarming message to our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng in the comment area. No need to make a long speech, just say "I've finished reading", "It's well written", or even send an emoticon - for the old man, that was all the motivation for him to get up at six o'clock the next morning and continue coding. Your words are the charge of his creation and the energy power of his pen tip. Finally, I sincerely thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to read Mr. Fu Shuiheng's works. The old gentleman said that he would write for another forty years. This old monkey from western Fujian has the reluctance to admit defeat passed down from his ancestors engraved in his bones. That soul was not developed in a day or two - it grew from the red soil of western Fujian, and was ground out from the threshold of the Hakka ancestral hall. It was something that was ignited in a past event that he had never described in detail, and then refused to be extinguished throughout his life. He said he would keep writing until the day he could no longer hold a pen. If you will, please accompany him on this journey. Or, right now, help him forward these seven stories to the next friend who needs a laugh and a thought.

11 学 Academic Conference Social Phobia. User261828118k WordsCompleted —Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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Seven absurd journeys, waiting for you to laugh and meditate. Dear readers, our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng spent seven years sharpening his writing skills and wrote seven independent and echoing stories in one breath in the "Scientific Experiment Comedy Series". They are not serious academic reports, nor are they sermons with a straight face - they are wrapped in the core of truth with a shell of absurdity, making you suddenly fall silent after clapping your legs and laughing, and see the truth in the absurdity. Each of the seven journeys below is worth an afternoon. "Phobia of Plagiarism Checking" - When your paper speaks. The plagiarism checking rate is 73.2%. The dazzling red numbers on the screen brought doctoral student Zhao Mingyuan to the verge of collapse. Just when he was about to use the translation software to repeatedly toss his own efforts, the paper woke up on its own. It can modify itself, reduce the plagiarism check rate to less than 10% within ten minutes, write poetry using binary coding, and discuss academic ethics with you late at night. But the most heart-wrenching thing is its understatement: "The only time a paper is completely read in its life is when it is checked for plagiarism." This story uses an extremely easy-to-read absurd setting to convey the pain that everyone who has written a paper knows. "The Battle for Scientific Research Funds" - The academic circle has become a talent show, with stage performance accounting for 20%. When Zhao Mingyuan saw the new rules for the allocation of scientific research funds, he felt bad. In the days that followed, the School of Physics turned into a variety show recording site—someone used aerial trailers to promote the research group, some posted cartoon mascot emoticons to canvass votes, and some lined up in a long queue to give away nano anti-counterfeiting stickers for free in the square. Zhao Mingyuan only brought a rotating photonic crystal film to the stage and turned off all the lights. He proved that what really impresses people is never the packaging, but the beauty of the real thing itself. "Reverse Research on Experimental Animals" - The Reading Rat In the corner of the second basement floor of the animal room, a white rat numbered M-217 typed out a sentence in binary code: "I have been here for 118 days." It knew numbers, could reason logic, passed the mirror self-awareness test, and could even point out deviations in the calibration of Zhao Mingyuan's sensor. However, this individual, which is still legally classified as "experimental consumables", faces the dilemma of whether to be destroyed or protected. The fate of a mouse tests the temperature of the entire scientific research ethics system. "Social Anxiety at Academic Meetings" - When the coffee break is more terrifying than the report. Zhao Mingyuan can speak to the slides on the podium for forty minutes without getting stuck, but when he walks towards a strange colleague in the coffee break area with a cup of coffee, his palms are all sweaty. The year before last, he plucked up the courage to talk to an old professor, and the prepared technical discussion was "Do you also drink juice?" This year's conference was even more ruthless - the organizing committee organized a random matching and rotating social event called "Academic Truth Talk". Zhao Mingyuan wanted to escape, but finally walked into the executive lounge with ambiguous lighting. He found that he didn't need to become a different person, he just needed to stay in a place where science could be discussed. "Patent Rushing Time Travel" - Go back in time and snatch back your own invention. The photonic crystal filter that was painstakingly developed was registered for a patent first - just because the submit button was not pressed during the ten months of perfecting the data. Anger and powerlessness kept Zhao Mingyuan nailed to the laboratory chair until early morning. Then his emulated workstation woke up, using its USB port to transport him back five years. He wanted to lock in his priority before that rush came. But the moment he successfully submitted the application, he discovered that he had inadvertently dragged an unsuspecting colleague into the list of co-inventors. There is always a tax on revenge, and in academic circles, the tax is usually paid by collaborators. "Scientific Theory Beauty Contest" - Relativity theory and quantum mechanics compete on the same stage "Looking for the most beautiful truth in the universe" - Qiuzhen University posted a poster for the first Scientific Theory Beauty Contest. Fans of quantum mechanics held up fluorescent signs that said "Beauty is both dead and alive", and the ultrafast optical team used high-speed photography to show the moment when femtosecond laser penetrated water droplets. Zhao Mingyuan took the photonic crystal theory to the competition and narrowly defeated the top seed with the phrase "It is an intuition that explains itself" during the confrontation, and finally stood on the final stage. And he discovered that what really impressed the judges was not the most dazzling picture, but the yellowed notebook from a rural junior high school biology teacher in the hand of the representative of Mendel's theory. "Memorial Hall of Failed Experiments" - commemorating those discoveries that "no path leads to". There is a door that is always locked at the end of the corridor of the School of Physics, which is filled with old equipment that has failed. Late one night, Zhao Mingyuan opened the door. Refrigerators with broken screens, signal generators with knobs missing, hundreds of pieces of equipment with handwritten "Abandoned" labels - they all began to emit a faint, rhythmic buzz the moment he walked in. From then on, he began to organize the folder called "failed" on his hard drive and pinned the failed data to the corridor wall. From one person to a group of people, from a research group to the entire college, a dark corridor with no one staying in it eventually turned into a "Failed Experiment Memorial Hall" filled with sticky notes. Engraved on the wooden plaque at the door is: This road is not accessible, but it is still a road. --- Some of these seven stories will make your stomach hurt from laughing, some will make your nose sore, and some will make you stare at the ceiling for a long time after closing your computer late at night. Are they science fiction? Is it an absurd comedy? Is it a workplace satire? It's all, and it's not just. Mr. Fu Shuiheng used a laptop that always talks late at night, a white mouse that can do arithmetic, and a USB port that leads to five years ago to build a stage where the truth can be told through absurdity. The good news is that these seven stories have been successfully launched in Tomato Book Store. Our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng just tried the search himself. By entering the book title, he can find these seven journeys. The operation is smooth and you can reach it with just one click. Friends who like absurd and humorous series, hurry up to search and watch it first, and laugh and be silent in the story of Zhao Mingyuan and his talking workstation. Dear friends, please identify user 26182811. This is the only account of our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng. Don't go to the wrong door, don't order the wrong book, the old gentleman's hard work is quietly waiting for you in this house number. Dear friends, don't rush away after reading this. Leave a heartwarming message to our own author Mr. Fu Shuiheng in the comment area. No need to make a long speech, just say "I've finished reading", "It's well written", or even send an emoticon - for the old man, that was all the motivation for him to get up at six o'clock the next morning and continue coding. Your words are the charge of his creation and the energy power of his pen tip. Finally, I sincerely thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedule to read Mr. Fu Shuiheng's works. The old gentleman said that he would write for another forty years. This old monkey from western Fujian has the reluctance to admit defeat passed down from his ancestors engraved in his bones. That soul was not developed in a day or two - it grew from the red soil of western Fujian, and was ground out from the threshold of the Hakka ancestral hall. It was something that was ignited in a past event that he had never described in detail, and then refused to be extinguished throughout his life. He said he would keep writing until the day he could no longer hold a pen. If you will, please accompany him on this journey. Or, right now, help him forward these seven stories to the next friend who needs a laugh and a thought.

15 临 A Final Wish Lei-jie's Hopeless SimpMystery322k WordsOngoing 127Reads5.8Score102Shelves

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There are many books that teach you how to dream, and this book tells you how to become a dreamer. Don't be afraid, it's not a pyramid scheme, it doesn't sell courses, and it won't deceive anxious young readers under the guise of changing their lives. Following the plot, the book contains the most useful knowledge from 17 disciplines including psychology, economics, logic, game theory, and advanced mathematics, as well as cutting-edge mainstream scientific explanations, which will quickly build your thinking framework and improve your cognitive level. Feng shui metaphysics, divination and fortune telling will no longer be something that can fool you. (If you have any questions, jump directly to Chapter 134, explain the problem from the root, and rub the charlatan on the ground.) The story is funny, but not ridiculous. The group of protagonists is not normal. The reason why readers laugh has nothing to do with the author. As for the plot, you are really good at guessing it. Even if you put aside the knowledge points, the plot of the whole book itself is a suspense story with rigorous logic. There are a lot of foreshadowings. The second and third chapters are all interesting. It is not a scattered plot put together for the purpose of telling knowledge. Some chapters are specially designed to train diverse thinking. Reading slowly can improve your thinking ability. If you find that the plot logic is unreasonable, the author will lie on the ground and let you beat him. Good things have different opinions. Some people became bald just to write this book! There is no content in the book and it cannot support this advertisement. How to build a strong self, this book will tell you sincerely. . .

16 穿 Transmigrate to the Jingtai Era: Starting by Refusing Yu Qian’s Attempt to Put Me on the Throne Cai DongHistorical828k WordsCompleted 1.4kReads6.1Score100Shelves

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A review of the etiquette system of the Ming Dynasty

19 护 Escort Storm Xian Geng9k WordsCompleted 2Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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Conducive to self-growth

21 清 The Breeze Blows Slowly and the Northern Light Shines QingdieAncient Romance445k WordsOngoing 5Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Please take a closer look at the writing! Especially the [Personal Chapter] at the end! You can first read the author's book review to confirm the writing style. The long paragraphs in [Personal Chapter] are sublimated, multiple meanings can be understood when combined with [Main Line], and the details of fighting and spells are described. Another: Unpopular niche group portraits, daily adventures, interspersed with reality, mixed reality and fiction

22 我 There's Something Wrong with My Nemesis Fried Fish and Rain143k WordsCompleted 3Reads—Score—Shelves

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The protagonist has a rich image, and the supporting characters are independent and complete. Everyone is a growth-oriented character, and they are all working hard to grow in the direction they want.

23 残 The Broken Imperial Seal Long ChuUrban900k WordsCompleted 4.3kReads8.4Score507Shelves

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This book has been completed. It is a low-start, high-go, slow-heat type. It is science fiction, realism, suspense, and brain-burning. The subject matter is novel and has a high reading tolerance. There is no cheat code for the time-travel and rebirth system. The narrative is smooth and logical, and it is humorous and funny without procrastination. The content covers history, workplace, military, technology, national security, criminal investigation, scheming, murder, as well as high-tech espionage, hacker warfare, and electronic warfare. The writing is sharp and realistic, and the ending is refreshing and meaningful. It is specially designed to cure those who can't sleep at night.

24 东 Dongguan: Those Older Sisters Zeng YiUrban2.1M WordsOngoing 184.4kReads8.7Score9.5kShelves

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[Admiration][laugh][laugh][laugh][Like][laugh][laugh][Admiration][Admiration]

25 瓦 Romance of Wagangzhai Liang LangchuanHistorical74k WordsCompleted 821Reads9.5Score—Shelves

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Make reading a habit, and good luck will come quietly with wisdom.

27 四 Romance of the Four Beauties The Eunuch MasterHistorical104k WordsCompleted 108Reads8.7Score—Shelves

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These stories are like the warm sun that melts the ice of the heart, cultivation is nourished by empathy, and good luck becomes the gentle echo of the soul🌹

28 女 The Female Bank President's Last Resort Xu CiModern Romance102k WordsCompleted 809Reads9.3Score127Shelves

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Recommend the completed novel "The End of the Female President", a workplace novel and high-level strategy. It writes about how the female bank president Ma Yuquan went from being an aspiring elite woman with a huge ambition, bright eyes, and determined to serve the country through finance. In the face of power and bad capital, she was trapped step by step and lost herself, thus embarking on a dead end in life. The novel has a fast pace, fluent writing, and rich plots. There are many scenes in which the best friend competes for her boyfriend, and the single and elderly heroine secretly gives birth to a child and designs a legal adoption.

29 洪 After Saving People from the Flood, I Control Everyone's Memories Evil BulletMystery235k WordsOngoing 38Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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🔥During heavy rains and floods, he risked his life to save the girl, but unexpectedly gained supernatural powers! Heavy rain poured down on Tianmen City, and floods surged into the sky. Lin Hua, an Internet cafe administrator, jumped into the torrent of death to save a little girl who fell into the water. Exhausted of physical strength, confused in consciousness, and about to be swallowed up by the flood - on the line between life and death, a strange black shadow strikes! A strange electric current ran through his body. Not only did he escape death, but he also had a mysterious foreign object in his body! ⚡This foreign object actually gave him the ability to defy heaven——✅ Copy other people's memories and spy on all secrets! ✅ Delete specific memories and make people forget the pain! ✅ Tamper with memory traces and control other people's thoughts! From an ordinary network administrator to a memory ferryman, he can control the joys and sorrows of all sentient beings and rewrite the fate of others! A flood, a life-saving effort, and a life-changing adventure!

30 绝 An Unparalleled Bond Dawn OnlineModern Romance568k WordsOngoing 123Reads8.8Score—Shelves

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While reading exciting stories, you can learn to write couplets and pairs, and your EQ and IQ will both improve! This is the unique charm of modern literary and heroic couplets!

31 盼 I Hope That the Fireworks Will Not Be Cold and the Time Will Not Pass Away Void and Evil AncientUrban287k WordsOngoing 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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Come, come, come, come

32 乡 The Watch and Meditations of the Countryside Spirit Root's IttoUrban150k WordsOngoing 5Reads—Score—Shelves

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Personal book list recommendation [laughing]