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Books by Just Got Out of Class
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Detective Conan: I Was Shiho Miyano's College Classmate 名柯：我大学时是宫野志保同学
My name is Zhang Tianxiu, and I’m a transmigrator. I never expected to end up in the Detective Conan world. My original identity was also Zhang Tianxiu, with the Japanese name Amano Shuichi. He was a normal person who loved anime and manga and had moved to Japan. He was unemployed but had a source of income, enough to support two and a half versions of himself. He was a university classmate of a genius girl, but they never saw each other again after graduation. [Detective Conan fan fiction] [Sin
1.4kReads—Score127Shelves
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Detective Conan: After I Transmigrated, I Met Ai Haibara in Elementary School 名柯：我穿越后在小学遇见了小哀
My name is Zhang Tianxiu. Crushed by the pressures of real life, I chose to jump to my death. When I woke up, I found that I had transmigrated. “Wait, wait, what do you mean Beika City? What's a Shinichi Kudo? Damn, I've transmigrated into the world of the ‘Reaper’! I'm doomed. I choose to keep my head down and survive.” Anyway, I live in a happy family and don't have to do anything, until I see a transfer student with chestnut-colored hair join our class... (After Chapter 58, the author took in
21Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Old Yin Trade Shop: Our Ancestral Rules Must Never Be Broken 阴行老店，祖传规矩不可破
Before my grandfather died, he left me an old shop selling yin-world curiosities on an old street, along with seven ironclad rules: Never open after midnight. Don’t accept red-clad vengeful spirits or objects. The living must not take on debts from the underworld. Never look a paper doll in both eyes. I’d planned to rent out the shop and live a quiet life, but one after another, I ran into strange incidents: people afflicted by evil spirits, haunted houses, vengeful ghosts demanding lives, and p
16Reads—Score105Shelves
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Village Taboos: I've Kept the Rules of Yin and Yang for a Century 山村禁忌：我守阴阳百年规矩
I grew up in a mountain village. My grandfather left me a battered book of forbidden taboos and warned me: Never look back at midnight. Never walk alone in the wilderness. Stay away from weddings and funerals. Never touch strange red paper. I thought it was all superstitious nonsense, until I returned home for a bizarre funeral that was also a wedding. Paper figures turned their heads, the coffin shifted, and sinister forces clung to me. Strange things began happening all over the village: ghost
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