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Books by Purple Cabbage Egg Drop Soup
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Soldiers Sortie: The Warrior's Spirit Never Dies 士兵突击之兵魂不灭
On the day Steel Seventh Company was disbanded, Xu Sanduo told Gao Cheng, “The company may be gone, but I’m still here.” Now an instructor at Old A’s training unit, he wears the insignia of a senior sergeant first class and leads the toughest soldiers in the entire military region. The entire army is switching to information-age equipment, but with only a middle-school education, he can barely make sense of the English interface. So he works overtime until the early hours, drilling every opera
502Reads—Score—Shelves
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Three-Body: The Kindling Era 三体：薪柴纪元
When I received the prime-number signal from the "Sprout" star system, I didn't reply with a "Hello" like the people of Earth. I locked onto its source, sent out a cleanup fleet, and detonated their sun with a photoid. I am Trisolaran. A civilization that clawed its way out of the blazing inferno of three suns. The word "mercy" does not exist in our dictionary, because merciful civilizations were burned to ash long ago. For hundreds of thousands of years, we have silently purged every low-entrop
6Reads—Score—Shelves
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Red Earth 1620 红土1620
Red Earth: 1620 is a historical fantasy epic set in a parallel universe. One “what if” upends the entire history of colonialism: What if the colonized of the seventeenth century had gained the revolutionary ideas of the twenty-first century ahead of time? How would history have changed? This is not a power fantasy about a transmigrator crushing the ancients with modern technology. It is an experiment in ideas, a battle hymn of the oppressed, and an epic of awakening written with both guns and pe
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Underworld Express: Your Package Is Transmigrating 地府速递：您的快递正在穿越
Jiang Tu was killed on the spot when a package fell from the sky and hit him. The cause of death was embarrassing, and the way he died was even worse. But the ridiculousness was only just beginning. He woke up at the gates of the underworld. The queue for reincarnation started at seventy-two years, while VIP express service cost 300,000 strings of underworld currency. Lady Meng had opened a chain of three soup shops by the River of Forgetfulness. An LED screen outside the Hall of Yama flashed, “
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