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- Will You Kneel and Take the Job? The Poor Kid Rewrites His Future 跪下接单不，穷小子反向改写未来 Rain battered the only ventilation window in the basement, while the tin awning rang like a broken drum. Arthur Rockefeller sat hunched on the edge of the bed, staring at the eighth overdue-payment notice from the hospital on his phone screen. Behind him, he could hear his wife Lina breathing, the sound rattling with phlegm. It was a classic symptom of a lung infection, but one course of the special medication cost eighty thousand dollars, and they couldn't even scrape together next month's rent —Reads—Score—14d adds
- My Mother-in-Law Orders Me Cilantro Takeout Every Day 婆婆每天给我点香菜外卖 On her wedding anniversary, Tang Wan ate a slice of cake her mother-in-law had handed her, and her vision began to warp. The moment the cream melted on her tongue, that all-too-familiar taste, enough to make her shudder, slammed into her stomach like a punch. She clutched her throat and crouched down as cold sweat rolled from her forehead. The sweet, bloody taste rising in her throat mingled with the distinctive smell of cilantro, and the entire restaurant began to spin. "Wanwan? Wanwan, what's —Reads—Score—14d adds
- The Richest Man Feeds Ghosts Every Day Until the Dead Speak 首富每日喂鬼，直到亡魂开口 A quarter past noon. The people of East Street in the capital had long grown used to this scene: the vermilion gates of the Shen residence opened right on time, and Shen Wanjun, the richest man in the land, came out carrying a redwood food box himself. It had three tiers, decorated with gold paint and jade inlay. Inside were the Eight-Treasure Duck, crabmeat lion's head meatballs, and squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, all prepared by the head chef of Zuixian Restaurant, along with a jug of thirty-y —Reads—Score—14d adds
- I Traded Three Years I Stole for Three Hundred Lives 我用偷来的三年换了三百条命 The torrential rain hammered the glass dome over the emergency room, as if someone were pouring an entire river down from above. Lin Musheng stared at the glaring flat line on the heart monitor, his fingers trembling inside his gloves. A seven-year-old girl lay on the operating table, her school uniform soaked with blood, her chest caved in and her pupils dilated. Twenty minutes ago, an out-of-control truck had sent her flying more than ten meters. "Dr. Lin, it's been forty minutes," the head nu —Reads—Score—14d adds
- I, a Special Forces Soldier, Am Reborn in 1983, and the School Beauty Blocks My Door, Demanding to Become Her Apprentice 我，特种兵重生1983，被校花堵门要拜师 When Chen Tiedan opened his eyes, he saw a blackboard. The blackboard read, "98 days until the college entrance exam," the chalk writing crooked and uneven. His gaze moved down to a math textbook lying in front of him, its pages yellowed and edges curled like the crispy crust of a fried dough stick. His brain froze for a full three seconds. As a top-tier special forces soldier codenamed "Lone Wolf," Chen Tiedan had carried out countless high-risk missions—from drug cartel hideouts in the rainfor —Reads—Score—14d adds