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204 热 Attack of the Hot-Blooded Hunter God Riding a Bull to Find YouHistorical1.2M WordsOngoing 3.4kReads9.0Score252Shelves

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A wonderful journey through life, standing up from suffering and singing songs all the way.

207 汽 Soda, Cats and the 10 Million Euro Beluga Machine Super CatSci-Fi & Apocalypse740k WordsCompleted 2Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Outside the black hole cabin, in the secondary observation room. Lin Bei was tied to a physiological monitoring chair, facing a wall full of screens: close-ups of her brother's twitches, memory data streams, divine particle yield curves, as well as her own heart rate of 158, blood pressure of 180/110, and emotional intensity of 9.8. A's index finger hangs on the red emergency stop button, with his fingertip one millimeter away from the button. The probability of the divine particle changed from 0.7% To 1.5%. He removed his finger and calmly ordered: "Record the omega-level emotional variables and store them with the highest priority." Lin Bei's plea broke into silent tears in the soundproof room. Three seconds later, the heartbeat in the cabin returned to zero; after another three seconds, a mechanical straight line pierced the dead line with a "dong" and restarted like an atomic clock at 72 bpm. Lin Yu opened his eyes, and his pupils reflected an aurora-colored vortex. He accurately locked onto Lin Bei in the observation room, raised his eight-toothed "orange soda" smile, and output a flat electronic voice: "Ma'am, the mood swings detected are excessive. It is recommended to take emotional suppressive tablets or make an appointment with a psychological optimizer." Lin Bei's cry was frozen in her throat - her younger brother's shell was alive, but "Lin Yu" died forever at the moment of successful collision. The lead tungsten door opened, and the Aurora boy walked into the transition zone at minus 50 degrees with a perfect smile. His back image was a "holy image" nailed to the success list by data. The only thing left in the observation room was the low hum of the system and a straight heartbeat marked "Archived", beating forever in the darkness.