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Uncle's Favorite
Jinghe City No. 1 Middle School, Class 2 (3) of Senior High School. The afternoon sun shines through the clean windows and casts mottled light spots on the desks. The head teacher, Teacher Li, cleared her throat and said to a group of half-grown students below: "Students, please be quiet. There is a new student in our class today, everyone is welcome." As he finished speaking, a girl walked in from the classroom door. At that moment, the originally noisy classroom seemed to have been pressed on
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If Identities Are Swapped
"Buzz-" It was like a swarm of bees had been stuffed into his head, causing Lin Man to have a splitting headache. She remembered lying on the cold hospital bed, looking lifelessly at the gray sky outside the window. The doctor said she suffered from severe depression, but she knew that she was being forced to death. Step-sister Lin Wanwan wore an expensive dress designed by her, holding her fiancé Gu Yan on her arm. She smiled and told the media: "My sister is in poor health and has been recuper
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I Am Wu Songfu
"Brothers! Great news! The imperial court has sent Lieutenant Chen here to recruit us!" In the Liangshan Bo Juyi Hall, "Timely Rain" Song Jiang's face was red and his voice was trembling. He held up the wine bowl in his hand and looked at the one hundred and eight brothers in the hall, as if he was about to jump with excitement. The hall suddenly exploded. Most of the leaders showed joy, talking about "finally standing out" and "can honor the ancestors", all kinds of comments were buzzing, like
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Mozun Noodles
The sunshine at half past two in the afternoon shines lazily into "Youjian Study Room" as if it has been washed by water. Dust danced haphazardly in the beam of light, and the air was filled with old paper, ink, and a faint musty smell. This is the taste of time and Gu Fan's lullaby. He was slumped on the weathered wicker chair behind the counter in a posture that was close to liquefaction. The creaking sound of the wicker chair was his only interaction with the world. On the screen of the mobil
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Earth-Center Contact
"Brother Lin, when do you think this day will end?" In the dark maintenance tunnel, only the searchlights above our heads and the dim emergency lights on the far wall were glowing. Zhang Hao's voice had a slight echo and sounded muffled, just like the feeling of the 15th underground floor. I was struggling to twist a rusty valve, my hands were covered with engine oil, and I smelled a mixture of rust and ozone. "What's the matter with a headless man? He has work to do, food to eat, as long as he
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