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- 100,000 Simulations: I Was a Criminal in My Dreams 十万次模拟：我在梦里当罪犯 "Ten thousand times." Chen Feng sat bolt upright in bed, cold sweat beading on his forehead, splashing onto the dimly lit screen of his phone. The time was 5:00 AM; only three hours remained until his graduation from police academy and his internship in the criminal investigation unit. It wasn't a nightmare. For the past four years, he'd had this "dream" every night. His dreams weren't filled with flowers and splendor, nor with tranquility; only endless, relentless crime simulations—from conceal 10Reads—Score—14d adds
- A Divorce Settlement of 90 Million 九千万的离婚协议 While I was in the hospital, my wife threw a 90 million yuan divorce agreement at me. I stared at the eight zeros and laughed—the loser who was begging her to come back just three days ago was now spending the money she'd given to her little puppy on a champagne tower at a bar. "Su Wanqing, can your Hermes bag hold the patent fees you stole from me?" Chapter One: The 90 Million Yuan Divorce Agreement. As the smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils, Chen Mo was staring blankly at the flickering 1Reads—Score—14d adds
- A Brat Blew up My Expensive Parking Space! 熊孩子炸了我的天价车位！ A deafening bang shattered the twilight in the neighborhood! The bratty cousin had thrown a firecracker at a luxury car parked in a parking space, instantly sending flames leaping from the gas tank! But the car owner, Chen Mo, simply crossed his arms and sneered—this three-million-dollar Cayenne wasn't even his! Who would have thought that this brat, Wang Hao, had already blew up Chen Mo's used car, leaving it covered in blemishes, while his aunt and uncle laughed, "Why bother arguing with a kid —Reads—Score—14d adds
- Non-Existent Friends 不存在的朋友 Lately, my deskmate has been giving me strange looks. She deliberately keeps her distance from me in the cafeteria and during PE class. I couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed her, asking, "Did I do something to offend you?" She jumped back several steps, her eyes darting around, "No, it's not your fault!" Then, she voluntarily moved from the honors class to a regular class. Full of doubt, I went to ask her. Just as I reached the door of her new classroom, she, who was chatting with someone, —Reads—Score—14d adds