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Qi Entrainment Technique
Kang Ruiwen stared at the newly submitted personnel report on the computer screen, hovered his fingertips on the mouse for a moment, and finally clicked "Confirm Send". The time in the lower right corner of the screen jumped to 9:17 pm. Only the desk lamp on his desk was still on in the office, and the warm yellow light outlined his thin but tall figure.
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Under the Shadowless Lamp
The light of the shadowless lamp was like ice-tempered steel, hitting the operating table directly. Helian Da'e's sterile-gloved hands were suspended in mid-air, and the fingertips were only three millimeters away from the patient's jawline - this was the "swan arc" suture technique she had studied for ten years, and the error could not exceed the diameter of an eyelash.
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Goose Calls the Three Kingdoms
When the handsome goose poured the last sip of Coke down his throat, the number of people online in the live broadcast room just exceeded 6 million. "Family, watch out, if this operation doesn't hit the hot search, I'll eat the keyboard on the spot!" He wore black-rimmed glasses, his eyes narrowed into cunning crescents behind the lenses, and his fingertips tapped a brisk rhythm on the armrests of the gaming chair.
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The Prison Records of the Later Zhou Dynasty
At 7:30 in the morning at Xinghan Quantum Laboratory, R&D Director Chen Yu's voice was hoarse after staying up late, but he could not conceal his eagerness. The circular console in the center of the laboratory glows with a cold blue light. Under the dome composed of 360 holographic screens, countless data streams pour out like silver waterfalls, outlining the core architecture of the "Xihe No. 3" Quantum computer. The behemoth that occupies half a basketball court and is wrapped in an ultra-low
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Goose
It rained heavily in Luoyang City, and the lead-gray clouds pressed against the glazed tiles of the palace wall, like a piece of dirty cotton soaked in water. The big goose huddled in the cold brick cracks, teeth chattering, but his mind was more chaotic than the late autumn rain - three hours ago
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Thunder Secret
The lights in the purchasing department of "Xingtu Internet" were still on. Yuan Ruiwen was sitting in front of his workstation, typing the last period on the keyboard with his fingertips. A system prompt "Purchasing list verification completed: 127th time with zero mistakes" popped up on the screen. He rubbed his sore temples and took out a mint candy from the drawer - this had been his habit for three years as a "cyberpsychologist purchasing clerk". Every time he checked the data, he relied on
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Compilation and Editing of the Northern Dynasties
The wind outside Yanmen Pass always carries the edges of gravel, and when it blows on Shanyu Goose's face, he is stuffing the seventh car into the parking space in the alley. The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket, which was a performance report from the sales group. His top sales position this month was teetering on the edge. "Manager Shan Yu, the guest in room 302 said the car is too dirty." The girl at the bar stuck her head out
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Qingyun Zhan: Duanmu Ruiwen's Record of Cultivation to Immortality
"... Mutated spiritual roots are extremely rare, and their cultivation speed is much faster than ordinary spiritual roots. However, most mortals do not have spiritual roots and will never be able to enter the door of immortality." Su Qingyue said, taking out a palm-sized blue crystal stone from the bamboo basket. The surface of the crystal stone was glowing with a soft halo. "This is a spiritual test stone. Tomorrow, you just need to put your hand on it. If the crystal shines, it proves that you
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The Rise and Fall of Shu Daye in the Western Zhou Dynasty
When Shu Daye typed the last word on the keyboard, the fluorescent tube in the office suddenly made a strange "zilla" sound. She rubbed her sore eyes and looked at the time in the lower right corner of the screen - nineteen seventeen in the evening. As a human resources assistant at an electric power plant, she always has to work overtime until the end of the month to check attendance.
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Debt Collector's National Highway
The summer of the tenth year of Wanli is always filled with sticky heat, and even the glazed tiles of the Forbidden City seem to have been burned by the sun. In the corner of Yeting Palace, several maids squatting beside the stone steps and rubbing their hands.
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Big Goose Jintu
When Yuchi Dae fell on the bluestone, he was still holding the bronze mirror he had just picked up from the back door of the client's company. The mirror cracked into a spider web, and the cold fragments embedded in the palm of his hand. The pain made him gasp, but his eyes were fixed on the unfamiliar face in the mirror - eyebrows with willow leaves, almond-shaped eyes, red lips and white teeth, she was clearly a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in costume.
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The Ups and Downs of the Supervisor of Ceremonies
When the salty smell mixed with putrid smell entered his nose, Shen Daye thought he was in the underground archives of the accounting firm. Last week, he stayed in a place full of moldy vouchers for three days in order to check old accounts from ten years ago. When he came out, he smelled of old dust. But this time, the smell was stronger, as if something had rotted under the hot summer sun, and the smell of earth mixed with it penetrated into the lungs.
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The Ups and Downs of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: a Story About the Goose's Control of Millet
The last thing Qiu Daye remembered was the late-night sewage monitoring point on the Yangtze River. The river water lapped at the rocks carrying the smell of industrial wastewater. She squatted on the slippery beach holding a portable detector. Suddenly her foot slipped and the cold river water instantly swallowed her mouth and nose. When the feeling of suffocation poured into her chest like cement, she was still thinking - the COD value was probably going to explode.
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Song Gongyi: Biography of Chang Shi
During the third year of Xianchun's reign in Qiantang, the hot air was like a net soaked in oil, covering the bluestone road airtightly. The last thing Yuwen Dae remembered was the customer in front of the bank counter pointing at the statement and roaring, and the unfinished glass of iced Americano that was bitterly cold and bitter. When he opened his eyes again, the dazzling sunlight turned into a dim oil lamp, and what lingered on his nose was not the cold wind from the central air conditione
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Tiangong Xuandian
The heavy rain poured down like the Milky Way, hitting the dirt roads in the Yunnan-Guizhou Mountains, splashing mud flowers half a foot high. Qiu Ruiwen carried the last bag of relief food on his back and walked to the temporary settlement site on the top of the mountain. His trouser legs had already been soaked in mud and felt cold and heavy against his legs.
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Return of All Things
Yi Ruiwen opened his eyes amid a violent jolt. A biting chill penetrated his worn linen clothes, making him shiver. There was a smell mixed with sweat, earth and a faint smell of blood lingering on the tip of his nose. It was completely different from the smell of disinfectant that he last remembered.
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Actuarial Degree
When He and Dae typed the decimal point of the last purchase list on the keyboard, the fluorescent tube in the office suddenly made a "zilla" sound.........
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Cardinal Goose
In the twelfth year of the great cause, the night dew in Jiangdu Palace brought the canal water vapor and wetted the copper ring of Xiye Gate. Su Daye knelt on the cold blue bricks, with three scents lingering on the tip of his nose - the sweetness of fine incense, and the musty smell of damp brocade.
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Goose Shadow Jinghua
When Qiu Daye woke up, the dull pain in the back of his head was still buzzing. She remembered that she was sorting out a file of mourning ceremonies in the Republic of China. The old wooden cabinet suddenly collapsed, and a pile of heavy thread-bound books fell down. When she opened her eyes again, she saw a completely unfamiliar scene around her.
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The Big Goose Enters Mongolia: the Conspiracy of Power Makes the King Shocked
Jiangcheng in June is like an airtight steamer, and the three o'clock sun in the afternoon makes the asphalt roads sizzle and smoke. Lin Daye tugged at the collar of his sweat-soaked firefighting suit. The buzzing sound on the intercom mixed with the chirping of cicadas in the distance, adding a bit of anxiety to his already irritable mood.
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Watching Geese in Ancient Times
The dull pain in the back of her head hadn't gone away, but a musty smell penetrated the tip of her nose, mixed with the astringent smell of some kind of plant - definitely not the smell of cedar emitted by the aroma diffuser in her office overlooking the Huangpu River. She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was not the familiar blinds, but the dusty linen tent top with two patches on it.
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The Adventures of Niu Goose
The smell of disinfectant has not dissipated, and Niu Da'e's fingertips still have the astringent feeling of a scalpel cutting through the skin. The last thing she saw was the sudden explosion of white light from the laboratory incubator, and a group of purple-black foreign objects suddenly rolling out of the chest of the recently delivered female corpse that was suspected of being "abused during her lifetime" - only later did she learn that it was a Zihe car that had been stuffed in in advance
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Zhou Gong's Words
The leaden gray clouds were very low, like a rag soaked in ink, covering the top of the head heavily. Zi Dagou shrank her neck and gathered her suit jacket closer to her body. As she walked quickly through the revolving door of the office building lobby, a complex smell mixed with the aroma of coffee, perfume and take-out lunch boxes hit her face - this is the place where she has worked for three years.
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Nourish Immortals with Mortals
Zongzheng Ruiwen pinched the "Sales Account Statement" in his hand, his knuckles turning white. The numbers on the form were like knives tempered with ice, pointing to him accurately - the three million sales money that was supposed to be deposited into the company's account showed that it had been collected by Zongzheng Ruiwen on behalf of him. However, although the handwriting on the signature line was 70% similar, the hook in the last stroke was half a millimeter heavier than his usual handwr
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