Two Male Protagonists, Good Plot and Good Writing

52 二 Erha and His White Cat Master Meat Bun Does Not Eat Meat.completed 238.2kReads9.7Score—Shelves

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I am reading a book and want to participate in a book promotion event. However, I am a dragon and don't really like this book. I am just participating in the event.

54 天 Blessing from Heavenly Official: the Only God May Xiaosu294k Wordscompleted 15.1kReads9.2Score3kShelves

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Some books, including Danmei, Fu Rui and historical novels

62 快 Quick Travel: the Yandere Villain Is Always Coveting the Host Tsukino Funa1.6M Wordscompleted 24.6kReads9.5Score3.8kShelves

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Gong is the evil god and Shou is the demon god. The two strong characters are really interesting, and some things have happened between the two of them before, which are all foreshadowing. The author has already filled up the sense of fate. Shou does the tasks just to realize the final wish. And in every world, Gong is extremely possessive and controlling (but he can be retaliated every time, after all, it is a strong Shou). Every world shows that Gong is really insecure. Blindly guessing that Gong has witnessed Shou leaving him before, and I think maybe I want to find an attack. Anyway, I have a sense of fate, and every world is full of he-jou novels, many of them. I suspect that the author has something to do with the review. Being strong is not the point. The point is that he is still self-righteous and his desire to counterattack has never stopped. Who knows?

66 龙 Long Aotian and His Super Powerful Taoist Monk Who Wants to Eat Soft Rice King of Tree Planting536k Wordscompleted 16kReads9.1Score2.9kShelves

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[Double male protagonist] + [Double clean] + [Double strong] + [Double life] + [Sweet article] + [Refreshing article] The leader of the Tiandao Sect and the contemporary emperor of Kyushu, Sang Xunzhen, woke up and found that he was back three hundred years ago. At this time, he was not the leader of the Tiandao Sect, but just an outer disciple of the Tiandao Sect. The Taoist couple who had been dating for ten years and had a lot of fun was still Master Qing Leng. Sang When Shi Wenyao was heartbroken, his young apprentice suddenly told him that he came from the future, and that they had been Taoist companions for ten years. Shi Wenyao: "That's nonsense!" The young apprentice nodded his head: "You are searching for souls!" Shi Wenyao searched doubtfully. Shi Wenyao: "..." Shi Wenyao: "..." Sang Xunzhen: "What did you see? Why didn't you say anything?" #Of course I saw something that can't be said. # #My disciple said he was my Taoist companion, and he said tiger and wolf words in front of me every day # #The scary thing is, after I searched the soul, I found that it seemed to be true # #I played so well, why didn't I know it myself# Xianfeng Daogu's conspicuous package master attacks x Long Aotian's conspicuous package disciple receives. Realm of cultivation: Qi training - Foundation building - Golden elixir (real person) - Nascent Soul (true king) - Mahayana (immortal king) - Overcoming tribulations - Ascension (true god)

67 超 The Extremely Sick and Charming Stage, the Trainees Wowed the Whole Audience Charcoal Grilled Beef1.1M Wordscompleted 32.2kReads9.5Score6.6kShelves

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The final story of the two male protagonists

73 不 Isn't He a Cold Commander? Why Do I Cry When I Kiss You? Anonymous (Anchor: Zixie)completed —Reads9.3Score—Shelves

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Tired of the same old stories? Come to Tomato Novels to unlock these superb novels with two male protagonists! In the entertainment industry, there is the beautiful love that falls from the clouds and then rises again in the company of the lover; in the interstellar universe, there is the romantic love story between the commander and the hot-blooded young man who transcends identity and gender; there is also the ancient power plot, where the love and hatred between two ambitious people in a turbulent situation; and in the whistle-blowing world, the sweet daily life after marriage that seems to be incompatible but actually attracts each other. Delicate writing outlines vivid characters, and the ups and downs of the plot tightly grip your heart. Each book allows you to immerse yourself in the charming world of the two male protagonists and feel a different kind of heartbeat and passion.

75 离 Ridiculous, Whose Alpha Eats Small Cakes? There Is a Fish in the Boat479k Wordscompleted 64kReads9.6Score10.2kShelves

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Double strong + chasing husband + evil belly + extreme pulling, abo is very, very sweet, the wealthy young master alpha

76 甜 Sweet Desire! Cold Licking the Lord God, He Can Tease, Coax and Act Coquettishly Rice-Loving Dumplings2.6M Wordscompleted 69.4kReads9.6Score8.5kShelves

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This book is super nice! I didn't skip a chapter, and the pace was okay.

77 我 I Learned to Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital Thirty-Nine RangeUrban4.3M Wordscompleted 2.1MReads9.9Score334.1kShelves

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## The fake couple in the factory >On the day when the factory divided the couple's rooms into couples' rooms, Chen Mo and I gave false evidence. >He needs to celebrate his critically ill mother, and I need life-saving money from my brother. >We agreed not to interfere with each other until his mother recovers from illness or dies. >But that night when my family came to visit, he kissed me for the first time. >The next day, I found the pregnancy test in my locker. >The Administration Department suddenly notified: The application for a couple's room was approved. --- The roar of the assembly line is the only eternal background sound in the factory. The never-ending roar is like countless invisible hands, gripping people's bones and rubbing them roughly. The air was filled with a thick, indescribable smell - the burnt smell of low-quality plastics that had been burned by high temperatures, the pungent smell of metal cutting fluid, and sweat. The sweat from countless people was layered on top of each other, weighing heavily on the lungs. It was in this chaotic noise and smell that Chen Mo found me. He stood on the greasy concrete floor at the entrance to the female workers' changing area, which could never be wiped clean, like a silent, dusty sculpture. He is very tall, and his frame is supported by a dark blue work clothes that has been washed white and stained with a few oil stains, making him look empty. The face has strong lines, and the lips are habitually pursed, as if resisting some invisible pressure, or maybe just used to bear it. Only those eyes, which were so deep that I couldn't see the bottom, were firmly nailed on me through the steaming heat mixed with bad shampoo and sweat acid at the door of the locker room. He said nothing, but pulled a piece of paper from the pocket of his equally greasy overalls. With a crisp movement and an almost decisive force, the piece of paper was slapped onto the green iron locker nearest me with peeling paint. The sound was not loud, but it was accurately captured by my ears, and it instantly drowned out the deafening roar of the assembly line. My eyes were glued to the paper. It was wrinkled and slightly curled at the edges, like a rubbed dead leaf. But the two side-by-side portraits and the dazzling red seal, like a red-hot iron, made my pupils shrink suddenly - they were a copy of the marriage certificate. "It's done." He finally spoke, his voice dry and low, as if it was squeezed out from the gap of a rusty gear, and most of it was swallowed up by the noise around him. I raised my head and ran into his deep pool-like eyes. There was no warmth in it that a newlywed husband should have, only an endless exhaustion and a desperate silence. I opened my mouth, but my throat seemed to be clogged with metal scraps from the workshop, and I couldn't spit out a single word. The smell of greasy plastic and sweat in the air seemed to be getting stronger, weighing heavily on my nerves. The air in the low-rise, never-lit print shop outside the factory was suffocatingly polluted. The smell of bad ink mixed with dust made every breath feel like swallowing sandpaper. The old copy machine groaned like it was dying, "click... Click...", Accompanied by dazzling white light, our figures sitting side by side were frozen on the cheap photo paper. Wearing a borrowed white shirt that didn't fit him well, the collar stuck stiffly into his neck. The photographer - the boss with greasy hair - waved his hand impatiently: "Come closer! Smile! Bride, smile! It's like wood!" I twitched the corners of my mouth, and my muscles were as stiff as frozen iron. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Chen Mo. His side face was tense and the corners of his jaw were clearly bulging, as if he was suffering from great pain, or was just trying his best to maintain that hard shell. When the photographer put his hand on his shoulder and tried to push him toward me, his body stiffened suddenly, as if he was electrified, and he moved a few inches to the other side in an extremely subtle but clear way. Those few inches of distance were like a bottomless chasm, silently lying between us. The thin photo paper was stuffed into the copier, making a strange "sizzling" sound. The moment the false red seal symbolizing "legality" was stamped on it, my stomach turned. Outside the window, the billowing smoke from the towering chimneys of the factory dyed the sky a leaden gray of despair. "My mother... Has terminal lung cancer." When she walked out of the print shop, the choking cold wind immediately filled her mouth and nose. Chen Mo's voice was wrapped in the wind, and every word was like a weight tempered with ice. "The doctor said, it's only been these two months. Her last wish... Is to see me get married." He paused, looking at the cold iron-gray walls of the factory in the distance, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, "Let her... Feel free to leave." The dryness and heavyness in the voice almost bent his spine. I walked in silence, the cold asphalt road sending chills through the thin soles of my shoes. The wind picked up the scraps of paper and cigarette butts on the ground, swirling them around. "My brother," I heard my own voice, terrifyingly unfamiliar, like friction with sandpaper, "acute leukemia. Waiting for money for a bone marrow transplant. In the factory... There are only couples rooms that can save on dormitory fees." There was no eye contact, no unnecessary explanation. We are like two strangers who accidentally huddle under the same roof during a storm. The only common ground is the roof itself. On the glass door of the dirty print shop, our figures, one behind the other, half a meter apart, were vaguely reflected, distorted by the leaden skylight. The noose of fate was coldly wrapped around the necks of two of us who were desperate in the most unbearable way. Those two false certificates became the only and heavy contract between us. The days are like a programmed machine, running numbly day by day amid the deafening roar and endless repetition. We have become two precisely meshed gears on the assembly line, working in the same team, doing the most boring and physically consuming work. The heavy metal parts slid coldly on the conveyor belt. The arms were raised, dropped, raised again, and dropped again. The muscles gradually lost consciousness in the soreness. The smell of machine oil seeps into every pore of the skin. We lived in the same double dormitory, which was narrow and smelled of old musty. Two iron-framed beds separated the space like a boundary between Chu and Han. There was silence in the air, a deliberately suffocating silence. Nothing more than the requisite few words about work schedules or utility bills. The eyes occasionally collided, but they quickly bounced away like an electric shock, leaving only an empty space and a deliberately maintained alienation. At night, through the thin bed curtains, you can hear the other person's muffled turning over and subtle sighs, like a hidden electric current in the darkness, but no one will speak to break the ice. Until the news, like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool, suddenly broke the oppressive calm - Chen Mo's sister, with his seriously ill mother, really came! Just on family visit day. Panic instantly wrapped around my heart like a cold vine, making it almost impossible to breathe. That simple dormitory instantly became the execution ground where he was about to be put on trial. Our poor, makeshift illusion of "home" is so fragile under the gaze of true family affection. Time is like clockwork, counting down crazily. "Quick! Clean it up quickly!" My voice was so sharp that it changed its tone, and it sounded strange to me. The dormitory was in chaos. My cheap skin care products and a few pieces of clothing that were obviously feminine were stuffed into a dusty cardboard box under the bed and pushed into the shadow of his bed. On his side, he grabbed a few pieces of work clothes that were randomly draped on the back of the chair, crumpled them into a ball, and stuffed them into his paint-peeling wooden box, making a muffled sound. "And this!" My sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the curled-up martial arts novel half exposed on his pillow, and I grabbed it. The pages were rough, bearing the marks of years of greasy dirt from his fingers. Like a hot potato, I stuffed it into the cardboard box that served as a cover. He rushed to the corner, where there stood a lone plastic basin with a few pieces of dirty clothes soaked in it. He hesitated for a moment, then bent down suddenly, picked up the entire basin, staggered into the small, damp-smelling bathroom, and slammed the door. The thin door panel isolated a temporary, miserable shelter. "The basin... Put the basin outside!" I shouted quickly through the door panel, my voice muffled by the door panel, making me look even more flustered, "That's too fake!" There was the sound of the basin being lowered heavily from inside the door, followed by rustling sounds. I looked around and glanced at the two bare iron beds. They were cold, empty, and without a trace of fireworks. How does this feel like "home"? It's clearly a temporary shelter! His eyes finally landed on the only rickety wooden table. Null! It's too empty! Empty as a hungry mouth! I rushed over and opened my drawer, which was also empty. There were only a few unopened packets of cheap instant noodle seasoning packets. In desperation, I grabbed a few packets of greasy seasoning packets and scattered them randomly on the table like stage props. The orange-red oil stains instantly spread on the yellowed wood grain, which was dazzling and pitiful. "Come on, come on!" Chen Mo's voice was tighter than ever before. He suddenly opened the bathroom door, holding a wet enamel basin in his hand, and several wet clothes dripping down. He quickly walked to the window and placed the basin of wet clothes on the sill, the only window that could let in some sunlight. The turbid water drops dripped along the edge of the basin,

78 笨 After the Idiot Beauty Is Reborn as the Boyfriend of a Doomsday Villain YuebaishengSci-Fi & Apocalypse369k Wordscompleted 35kReads8.7Score6.5kShelves

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Friends, this book bag is in line with the content of the two male protagonists. It is funny and light-hearted, and the two male protagonists in the apocalypse are sand sculptures. 1 First of all, **It's fun to go against the routine** > 🌟 Someone else was reborn and changed their fate. After he was reborn, he went crazy to help the original owner clean up the mess: > - Send an apology cake to the enemy (the cake exploded with rainbow fart special effects) > - Trying to destroy the original owner's criminal evidence (accidentally pressed the button to broadcast the surrender of the whole base) > The funniest point: _"The way for the villain to clear his name is to stupidly put himself in jail?"_ [Understood] Book friends, just read it, it's interesting.

79 靠 Survive by Kissing Salted Fish and Big Watermelon447k Wordscompleted 536Reads7.6Score110Shelves

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At first glance, I thought it was some kind of disease and then I relied on kissing to survive. It turned out that the cute baby was a cute fox🦊very sweet and highly recommended#

86 金 The Canary Actually Pecked Me Happy New Yearcompleted 2.5kReads9.5Score—Shelves

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The forced love between a down-and-out boss and a beautiful and powerful actor. The plot is good and the writing is quite delicate.

87 这 This Time******* completed —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Two male protagonists, the writing and plot are top-notch. I couldn't stop reading the first chapter. There are only 93 chapters, and I don't think a single word is nonsense.

88 乖 Be Good, I'll Make You Cry If I Run Away Again Wine-Filled Buns548k Wordscompleted 32.1kReads9.4Score5.8kShelves

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The setting of two male protagonists is full of tension** - the interaction between the protagonists is full of sparks, including daily sweet pets and the excitement of madly criticizing the villains, and the plot is exciting and not dragging. 2. **Redemption Literature + Reunion** - The emotional line is delicate, from misunderstanding to reconciliation, and then to mutual redemption, the abuse is sweet and full of stamina. 3. **System + Time Travel Elements** - Add light science fiction settings to make the story more interesting, suitable for readers who like imaginative writing. Readers who like dual male protagonists and powerful settings ✅ Prefer emotional works with sweet pets and sadistic hearts ✅ Interested in crazy villains and small dark room literature ✅ Those who pursue high-quality writing and compact plots

97 甜 Sweet Desire************* Tomato Comicscompleted 51.6kReads5.8Score—Shelves

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Quickly wear it, both men, the painting style is super good-looking