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Books by 花间一壶酒l
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Republican Era: I’m Lu Xiaojia, and I Topple Shanghai from the Start 民国：我卢小嘉，开局掀翻上海滩
“Smack!” Huang Jinrong's slap struck Lu Xiaojia across the face, and the original owner died on the spot. Lin Chen opened his eyes to find himself in the body of the Republic of China's most notorious playboy. The System blared an alarm: [Reputation: -999! Mission: Make all of Shanghai submit within three days, or be erased!] The military governor was ready to storm Huang's mansion with guns? Lin Chen stopped him and produced a gilded invitation: “Please honor us with your presence at the Grand
74Reads—Score—Shelves
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Prince of Tennis: The Grand Clock in Hand, Dominating the Court 网王：大时钟在手，横扫全赛场
No one could have imagined that an ordinary middle school would welcome a tennis prodigy returning from Germany. Fujiwara Sosuke's arrival completely changed Fudomine's fate. A great clock turned slowly in his mind, calculating every shot and technique in advance. He whipped the team into shape and overhauled its training. From the regional qualifiers to the National Tournament, they battled through every obstacle and defeated one powerhouse after another. As he held the national championship tr
36Reads—Score—Shelves
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Prince of Tennis: I’m Rikkai Dai’s Bloodthirsty Demon King 网王：我，立海大的血之魔王
Fujiwara Seiji once dominated street tennis in Germany and was selected for Germany’s U-17 team. With a berserker’s demon hand dwelling in his left arm, he earned the title “Bloodstained Demon King.” When his childhood friend Sanada Genichiro invites him home, he returns to Japan and joins Rikkai Dai Junior High, aiming to help the team win the National Tournament three years in a row. He assumes junior high tennis will be nothing more than a casual pastime. But a single Mountain-Breaking Strike
19Reads—Score145Shelves
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I Built an Arms Factory from Scratch in the 386th Brigade 我在386旅自建兵工厂
I Built an Arms Factory in the 386th Brigade Synopsis: Lu Zheng opens his eyes to find himself lying in the back of a truck crossing the Yellow River eastward, his mouth full of sand and his mind packed with another person's memories. He's the commander of the 386th Brigade's independent reconnaissance company, which sounds impressive until you learn the whole company has fewer than forty men and a dozen guns, their rifling nearly worn smooth, and the previous deputy commander ran off just three
6Reads—Score—Shelves