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Books by I Can Pluck the Stars9
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Siheyuan: I Have a Mental Illness Certificate, So Don't Mess with Me 四合院：我有精神病证，别惹我
After transmigrating to 1962, Jiang Ye became a resident of a Beijing courtyard house. His parents were dead, and all he had left was his five-year-old sister and a little noodle shop in a hutong. A hellish start? Jia Zhangshi wanted to take everything from him? Yi Zhonghai tried to guilt-trip him into giving up his home? Silly Zhu wanted to get physical? Jiang Ye let out a cold laugh and produced a medical certificate stamped in bright red: [Severe Intermittent Mania]! "Yi Zhonghai, the doctor
99Reads—Score—Shelves
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I Asked You to Develop a Deserted Island, Not Handcraft a Jurassic Park! 让你改造荒岛，你手搓侏罗纪？
Jiang Chen brings his daughter to take part in the globally livestreamed show Wild Island Makeover. From the start, they get one rundown deserted island, and have to scavenge for all their gear? Don’t panic. He’s bound to the Planet Sandbox System! In Jiang Chen’s eyes, he’s just playing an ultra-realistic farming game on his phone: [Tap vegetation to speed up growth]: The deserted island instantly bursts into bloom, with ten-thousand-year-old divine herbs everywhere! [Deploy prehistoric beasts]
95Reads—Score—Shelves
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Investing in the Past: My Girlfriend-in-the-Making Is a Billionaire! 投资过去：我的养成女友是首富！
[Two Timelines + Tycoon System + Raising an Empress + One Female Lead + Nonstop Thrills] Jiang Chen is studying in New York, so broke he can’t even pay his tuition. To make matters worse, he is ostracized and humiliated by the rich second-generation crowd. At his most desperate, an app called the [Time-Space Investment App] appears on his phone. It can connect him to a parallel world in 2015, and even lets him send money and supplies to Su Qingge, the once-popular campus beauty who is now down o
93Reads—Score—Shelves
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Run! That Glowing Assassin Is Back to Send You to the Afterlife 快跑！那个发光的刺客又来超度了
“Assassinations have to be discreet, understand?” I nodded and kicked open the door, cross in hand. Boom! Blinding holy light turned the night into day! As long as you physically send every witness to the afterlife, it's the perfect assassination! Looking at the charred remains scattered across the floor, the cult's mentor trembled and fell to his knees. “That's too cruel! You actually roasted the target's soul to pieces!” I was just about to explain. But the archbishop burst into wild laughter
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