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1 莫 Never Underestimate a Poor Young Man The One Playing the ZitherUrban5.9M WordsCompleted 74.1kReads9.0Score8.5kShelves

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Pen as evidence, counterattack came back. On that afternoon in fifth grade, the sun was supposed to be warm, but it was like ice mixed with it, hitting my face painfully. My father's hands were like iron pliers, gripping my wrist tightly and dragging me into the "paternity test center". When the thin report was pushed in front of him, I couldn't understand the numbers on it. I only saw the last bit of warmth in his eyes completely extinguished, as if I was a piece of garbage stained with dust. On the way home, he didn't say a word, the bicycle pedaled very fast, and the wind rushed into my ears, like countless fine needles pricking me. That night, the dishes at home were shattered all over the floor, and the quarrels between parents made the window sills tremble. Early the next morning, he left with a blue canvas bag on his back. When he reached the door, he didn't even look back. Later I found out that he went to the south and disappeared from the world, never heard from again. My mother also disappeared on the third day, leaving only an empty house and a half-pot of cold porridge. I made a living by picking up steamed buns thrown away by others. I was so thin that I had only a handful of bones left. I was about to starve to death in the alley when my second uncle found me. At that time, he was wearing a military uniform and his shoulders were straight. When he held me in his arms, the smell of gunpowder smoke mixed with the smell of sunshine became my only support. The second uncle is far away in the army and can only send back a meager living expenses every one or two months. That little money was just enough to buy the cheapest noodles, and the only clothes I had were an old school uniform with lots of patches. When it got dirty, I soaked it in water, let it dry and continued wearing it. The smell on my body made my classmates avoid me like the plague. I gradually shut up and didn't say a word all day long, huddled in the corner of the classroom, like a weed that couldn't see the light. It wasn't until many years later that I realized that the feeling of having a stone on my heart and feeling tired even when I breathed was called depression. During the three years of high school, I lived like a transparent person until Zhou Qing broke into my sight. She is one of the "three golden flowers" in the class. Her skin is as white as the first snow, her voice is so soft that it can melt ice cubes, and her smile can light up the whole classroom. Every night, I hugged the quilt, thinking that warm cotton wool was her, and my fingertips turned white. I hid this dark thought for three whole years, like guarding a secret that could not be told. I knew there was a huge gap between me and her. She was surrounded by handsome boys from well-off families. They wore designer clothes and talked about topics I couldn't understand. And I was just a poor boy with no parents and wearing old clothes. I didn't even have the courage to talk to her. On the eve of graduation, I passed by her seat, tripped, and accidentally knocked off the pen on the corner of her desk. The pen was 90% new, and there was still a tiny sparkle on the cap. It looked like it had just been bought. I was so frightened that I quickly picked it up, my hands shaking. When I handed it over, my fingertips almost touched her hand. Zhou Qing frowned, and the disgust in his eyes was like a poisoned ice pick, piercing my heart. She shook her head gently, her voice light and airy, but with a biting chill: "I don't want this money anymore, just take it and throw it away." I froze in place, my cheeks burning like fire. How could I not understand? She doesn't dislike the pen, she dislikes me. She thinks everything I touch is dirty. I didn't throw the pen away, I hid it under the pillow. Whenever it was quiet at night, I would take it out, and the cold metal touch would be like a warning: one day, I will act like a human being and return the pen to her in an upright manner, so that she will never dare to look down on me again. After graduating from high school, I did not continue studying and entered the society with that pen. Washing dishes in a restaurant, soaking in oil every day, living in a muddle, like an unattended dog. When I was too tired to hold on any longer, I took out the pen and stared at it in a daze, wondering when such days would end. The turn of fate came unexpectedly. Late that night after get off work, I was walking in a dark alley when a Mercedes-Benz suddenly hit the wall. The front of the car was deformed. The owner's face was covered in blood and he was unconscious. Without thinking, I picked him up and ran to the hospital. The next day, the car owner's family came to me and handed me a thick envelope—one hundred thousand yuan! In those days, this was enough to buy a decent house in the county. When I was holding the money and was at a loss, my second uncle changed his job and came back. He patted me on the shoulder with a firm look in his eyes: "Use this money to do business, and my second uncle will lead you to do it!" I always obeyed my second uncle's words, even if I lost all my money, I would never wash the dishes again. But I didn't expect that my second uncle, who had been in the army for many years, would have such powerful abilities. He used the money to open a small clothing factory. Starting from contract processing, he became a star enterprise in the county in just a few years, with sales exceeding several million. I didn't have much ability, so I could only follow my second uncle to work, but he didn't treat me badly and made me the largest shareholder. The annual dividends were more than I could have imagined before. Even though I had money, I was still the same, taciturn and unsociable. People in the factory thought I was just an ordinary driver, and I didn't bother to explain. My second uncle spent more than 500,000 yuan to buy an Audi A6 and let me drive it to pick up and drop off customers. At that time, the Audi A6 was a proper status symbol, but I never made it public. I would go back to the factory after finishing my official duties. After sending off clients that day, I passed by the Human Resources Department and a familiar figure caught my eye—Zhou Qing! After several years of not seeing her, she became even more beautiful. She was dressed in a white tight-fitting windbreaker, which outlined her slim figure. However, her face was pale and her eyes were red. She walked past me in a hurry, as if she had been wronged. I hesitated for a long time and finally didn't dare to say hello. People like her would have probably forgotten a poor boy like me. Later, I learned from Sister Qiao from the Human Resources Department that Zhou Qing came to apply for a job and wanted to join the Finance Department, but the Finance Department was full. Sister Qiao asked her to go to the assembly line. She was not happy and even had a quarrel, muttering "I am not here to be a worker." Sister Qiao said it bluntly: "Don't look down on the superior but the inferior. It's not about appearance here, it's about ability!" I murmured in my heart. Back then, she was so close to those rich kids, and she could get an easy job just by looking for a relationship. How could she come to our factory? What happened in five years? The days fly by quickly, and the new year is here in a blink of an eye. In addition to the dividends, my second uncle also gave me a big red envelope. On the first day of the new year, I met my high school classmate Li Lei on the street. His family was also poor back then, and he was the only one willing to talk to me. He took me and enthusiastically invited me to the class reunion of the fifth grade of junior high school. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't resist his kindness, so I had to agree. After I got home, I took out the pen and it was still bright. Maybe, it's time. On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, there were cars parked in front of the hotel where the party was held. I parked the Audi A6 far away and walked over. As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw a group of people booing around a Honda Accord. The driver was Wu Yunfeng - the "eldest brother" in the class back then. His family was well-off. Now he was driving an Accord worth more than 200,000 yuan, and he was even more proud. No one noticed me. I walked into the restaurant silently like an outsider. As soon as I entered the door, I heard a familiar voice: "Wu Yunfeng, your car is so beautiful!" It was Zhou Qing. She was even more charming than she had been a few months ago, attracting everyone's attention as soon as she appeared. Wu Yunfeng smiled and invited her to get in the car, and then asked about her work. She looked dark and shook her head. She didn't want to talk any more, so she turned around and walked into the restaurant. The moment she raised her head, she happened to bump into me. Zhou Qing's eyes suddenly opened wide, full of surprise, she subconsciously said "Hey" and walked towards me. My heart suddenly rose to my throat, and I subconsciously clenched the pen in my pocket. Years of humiliation and unwillingness, and now the spirit and peace are intertwined at this moment. I looked at her getting closer and closer, and put a little pressure on my fingertips - this "return" that had been delayed for five years was finally coming.

2 你 You’re Just an Outer Sect Disciple, Yet You Can Slay a Tribulation Realm Cultivator with One Sword? Lou Ying Who Loves Dry-Braised RedfishEastern Fantasy2.1M WordsOngoing 42.3kReads7.6Score3.6kShelves

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Stable flow Xiuxian sign in, super nice

3 偏 Paranoid Qingmei Is so Possessive That I Am Driven Crazy by Her Mountains and Seas Are as Tender as WaterModern Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 6.3kReads8.2Score657Shelves

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Rebooting, rebooting, the main focus is on kidney damage. The first one is to hope that everyone will support me and give you benefits, you are welcome! [Blowing kiss][smile][admiration][smile][smile]

18 魔 Demonic Way: Rebirth Becomes Invincible After Possessing the Spiritual Spring Space Little Wu Is So Well-Behaved360k WordsCompleted 2.3kReads7.4Score320Shelves

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Daily plots alternate with emotional lines, making the story both exciting and deep.

20 不 Wait, Even a Top Science Student Has to Compete This Hard in Ancient Times? Lucky LinHistorical2.0M WordsOngoing 71.7kReads8.8Score7kShelves

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It's amazing, it's so good, it's the kind of book you'd stay up late to watch. I especially like the male protagonist and you can learn a lot. It deserves to be a 9.0-Rated book, but the updates are a bit slow.

21 我 Slay the Gods Three Nine Sound DomainUrban4.3M WordsCompleted 1.3MReads9.9Score170.6kShelves

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Who knows? Turn the mental hospital into a prison for the gods. The protagonist Lin Qiye unlocks his divine power through "Healing God Drawing Cards". Sun Wukong becomes a patient and Michael acts as an agent. This setting directly makes him a god!

22 修 The Cultivation World’s Sickly Number One Paper TigerAncient Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 216.8kReads9.7Score25.2kShelves

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Junior junior uncle Lin Du, junior junior sister Ye Qiao, Jiang Que. These three fairy tale novels made me spend a long time insomnia. They were so beautiful and attractive that I couldn't sleep at first, but after reading them, I didn't want to sleep, hahahaha.

26 仙 Fairy Sisters, Are You Serious About This? Mountain Sponge Soft and TenderEastern Fantasy745k WordsCompleted 3Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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33 盗 Tomb Raiding: I, Young Master Tang, Specialize in Fixing Unfinished Business! White Peach BucketMystery300k WordsCompleted 14.6kReads9.2Score2.6kShelves

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Recommended recommended. Recommend!

36 重 Rebirth of the Special Forces Returns Mo Ho HoUrban574k WordsCompleted —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Recommend! Recommend! Recommend!

40 西 Journey to the West Golden Elixir Practice Notes Yi Si Yi You Gui WeiEastern Fantasy305k WordsOngoing 2kReads5.8Score100Shelves

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This book is very nice.

41 诛 The Ten Thousand Swords of Killing Immortals Return to One To Dry906k WordsCompleted 95Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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There are three heroines, each with its own plot description. The start is invincible, but it is difficult to rebuild Zhu Xian's intention! Wan Jianyi's legend of protecting the Tao makes up for all regrets. Two chapters are updated every day [Love]