In a Reading Drought, Seeking Well-Written, Fast-Paced Stories With Two Male Leads

53 盗 Stealing Pen: Why Is the Mad Critic Gu Master Pretending to Be Good Again Today? Room-Temperature Tofu1.5M WordsOngoing 5.3kReads9.2Score725Shelves

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66 我 I Just Want to Destroy the Sect, So How Did I Become a God Against All Odds? Moonlit NightEastern Fantasy7.4M WordsOngoing 110.5kReads9.3Score8.9kShelves

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The angle is special and the rhythm is tight. It is worth recommending to book lovers.

68 小 My Junior Sister Takes Down Every Young Prodigy with Cheesy Pick-Up Lines Catch the StarsAncient Romance1.6M WordsOngoing 16.9kReads9.2Score1.4kShelves

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Strong recommendation [like] [like] [like]

71 我 I Came to the Capital to Cancel My Engagement. Xiao CixianAncient Romance129k WordsCompleted 15.6kReads8.0Score1.3kShelves

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There is only one male protagonist, but there is a second male lead. Pei Xun, a nobleman in the capital, has an extremely noble status, but I am just a woman from a small family in the south of the Yangtze River. In the eyes of others, this marriage was a high priority on my part, but I was the only one who knew that over the years, he had been indifferent to me. I had been bullied in the clan, but he had never cared about me in the slightest. What is the use of such a fiancé?

75 皇 The Royal Family Has Twins for the First Time in a Century, and the Retired Emperor Is Grinning from Ear to Ear Ye YiyiAncient Romance1.1M WordsCompleted 39.4kReads9.0Score4.9kShelves

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I still think about it after watching it, the plot is not repetitive

77 新 Xinshen Group King Meow Meow's RoarUrban364k WordsCompleted —Reads—Score—Shelves

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Physical exorcism, group portrait writing, fast pace, logic that can withstand scrutiny

78 穿 Transmigrated into a Beautiful Trash Card, I Was Fed into Godhood by the Male Lead Dusk Deepens1.0M WordsCompleted 17.1kReads8.8Score2.8kShelves

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The 4th quick pass

83 她 So What If She’s Ordinary? She’ll Seduce Her Way to the Top Half a Blade of GrassModern Romance623k WordsCompleted 35.5kReads9.0Score4.2kShelves

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The writing is good and the plot is good

85 剧 The Plot Collapsed Again, and the Yandere Male Protagonist Came into His Arms 3 Little Bees588k WordsCompleted 3.6kReads7.2Score297Shelves

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Quick wear➕Dual male protagonists

97 裂 Sunlight Through the Cracks Reclining in the NorthUrban169k WordsCompleted 127kReads9.8Score14.2kShelves

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After refusing to be a stand-in, he became a god in learning. Zhuang Ziang had been someone else's child for eighteen years, but on the day he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, he was asked by his biological father to donate bone marrow to his stepbrother. He climbed out of the hospital wall and met Su Yudie biting a candied haws. She dragged him to skip classes and go to the night market, dance in the rainstorm, and steal loquats from the nursing home. "You're going to die anyway, why not fall in love with me?" He tore up the medical records, but saw the shadow of a countdown in her eyes - it turned out that Su Yudie was a task worker bound to the "hospice care system". When the system prompt sounded: "The host has only 1 hour of life left," she suddenly threw away the candied haws of sticks and choked on the wall where she first met: "Zhuang Zi'ang, I failed to apply for the task. I will use all my points to keep you alive." --- The smell of the disinfectant was so strong that it seemed to be soaked in the bone marrow, and it penetrated deep into the nasal cavity, carrying an unmistakable coldness. Zhuang Ziang leaned on the hospital bed, holding the thin medical certificate with his fingertips. There were some curls and hairs on the edges of the paper, the result of being caressed by him unconsciously all afternoon. "Idiopathic pulmonary arterial hypertension" was followed by a series of complex medical terms, which finally converged into the doctor's warm words: "The prognosis is not good. With active treatment, there may be three months left." Three months. Ninety days. His eighteen years of well-behaved and striving for the top were finally condensed into such a dry number. The ward door was pushed open, and the sound of footsteps interrupted his almost frozen thoughts. He looked up and saw his father Zhuang Wenbin in a suit and leather shoes walking in, followed step by step by his stepmother Li Jing and their beloved son of ten years, Zhuang Pengfei. Zhuang Pengfei's face was a little pale, and he leaned weakly in Li Jing's arms. Zhuang Wenbin's eyes swept over Zhuang Ziang's face. He didn't stay for a second on the medical certificate and spoke directly. His voice was regular and smooth when dealing with official business, and even had a little imperceptible irritability derived from having to speak this way: "Zi'ang, Pengfei's matching results are out, and only yours matches. Get ready and give him a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible." There was no greeting, no foreshadowing, not even a hypocritical "How do you feel?" Directly, like giving an unquestionable order. Zhuang Ziang's knuckles holding the medical certificate tightened suddenly, and the paper made a slight creaking sound. He watched as his father, the man closest to him by blood, made the only request of him on the same day that his life was counted down, that he should donate bone marrow for another son. The heavy numbness in my heart seemed to have been cut open by something, and cold pain seeped out. He said nothing. Li Jing added softly on the side, with just the right amount of worry and matter-of-factness in her tone: "Zi'ang, you are the elder brother, and now only you can save Pengfei. The surgery... Will have little impact on your body, just take care of it." She said, her eyes sincere, but like needles piercing his body carefully. Just take care of yourself? Zhuang Ziang almost laughed out loud. What else can he use to support himself? His precarious life span of only three months? Seeing his silence, Zhuang Wenbin frowned and said in a more serious tone, "Speak! I know you are busy studying, but this is a life-saving matter. You can tell which is more important!" Studying hard? Zhuang Ziang lowered his eyelashes and looked at the printed black Song font characters for "three months" on the medical certificate. They were like red-hot irons, making his eyes hurt. For the past eighteen years, he has lived like a programmed machine. All his efforts and all his excellence seemed to be just in exchange for the false name of "someone else's child" and at this moment, to become a qualified part that can be disassembled. An unprecedented and arrogant strength suddenly surged from deep within his body. He suddenly crumpled the medical certificate into a ball and held it tightly in his hands, then lifted up the white quilt and jumped out of bed. "I'm going to the bathroom." His voice was low and he walked around the end of the bed without looking at the family of three. Zhuang Wenbin's suppressed angry voice came from behind: "Come back quickly, the doctor is waiting to talk to you about preparations for transplantation!" Zhuang Ziang walked straight through the corridor without stopping, but not towards the bathroom. He turned into the fire escape and walked quickly down the stairs. The heart in his chest that was judged to be about to stop beating was now beating against his ribs like a drum, heavy and heavy. The nurse on duty on the first floor was lowering her head and recording something. Without hesitation, he slipped out of the side door. Behind the inpatient department is a relatively secluded wall, which is not high. Some broken glass is inserted into the top of the wall to prevent climbing, and it shines dimly in the afterglow of the sunset. He had walked in and out of the school in a disciplined manner countless times, and only a handful of times had he even been late and left early. Climb the wall? That's what bad students do. But now, he no longer wants to be a good student. He took a deep breath, took a few steps, and stepped on the rough wall to gain strength. His fingers could barely reach the top of the wall. Ignoring the sting of the broken glass on his hands, he exerted force and turned over to sit on it. Just when he was sitting astride the wall, panting slightly, and preparing to jump off, a crisp and laughing voice suddenly came from next to him. "Hey, are you skipping class too?" Zhuang Ziang suddenly turned his head. On the wall, less than two meters away from him, sat a girl. The golden light of the evening outlined her slender silhouette, and her ponytail swayed with her dangling calves. In her hand, she held up a bunch of half-eaten candied haws. The red hawthorns were wrapped in shiny sugar shells, like a bunch of small solidified lanterns. She was looking at him with her head tilted, her eyes bright, with undisguised curiosity and a sly smile. The wind blew by, fluttering the broken hair on her forehead, and bringing with it a sweet scent like melted rock sugar, which suddenly dissipated the smell of disinfectant lingering around him. He was stunned. All the surging anger, despair, and desperate determination were all pressed by the pause button at this moment by this girl who appeared out of thin air and bit into the candied haws. Seeing that he didn't answer, the girl didn't care. She shook the candied haws in her hand and curved the corners of her mouth in a wider arc. The sugar shell made a crisp and subtle sound between her teeth. "I see you are very good at flipping," she said with a smile, her voice like beads falling on a jade plate, "Would you like to join us?" Zhuang Ziang looked at her, at the bunch of dazzlingly red candied haws, and at the free and unfamiliar street scene behind her that did not belong to the regular area of ​​the hospital. The nameless fire that was raging in the chest miraculously subsided a little, and was replaced by an empty, almost weightless feeling. He squeezed the crumpled medical certificate that was still in his hand, and the paper touched his palm. Then, he heard his own dry voice, with a calmness that was unfamiliar even to him, answering that word: "Okay."

98 京 The Ninth Master of the Capital’s Reborn Little Rose: Alluring Yet Obedient Eating Tomatoes Without Gaining WeightModern Romance652k WordsCompleted 39.1kReads9.3Score13.6kShelves

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In her previous life, she was blind and mistakenly believed in a scumbag man and a bitch woman, causing Master Jiu from Beijing to die in a car accident while trying to save her. When she was reborn and returned to her wedding day, she decisively kicked out the scumbag and went straight to Yujingyuan: "Jiuye, I am your fourth wife, and I will not leave in this life!" From then on, medical experts served her tea, top bosses begged her to recognize her as her brother, and the rumored Jiuye who suppressed his wife made her a taboo in Beijing.

99 冬 The Winter Wind Blows and Plum Blossoms Bloom Let Your Dreams FlyAncient Romance1.8M WordsOngoing 27Reads7.5Score—Shelves

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Can you see the four men?