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My Whole Life Is Like Walking on Thin Ice, Can I Still Make It to the Other Side?
[Two male protagonists + growth + redemption + master and subject + campus + sweet pet + sand sculpture + slight abuse + funny + inner active + narcissistic chatter + boring coquettishness] [Cool on the outside, active on the inside, crazy about complaints, poor in expression, subject to x, talkative, narcissistic, strange in brain circuits, coquettish, pseudo-school bully, not taking the usual path] [Two people with strange brain circuits are half as good as each other✓] [A different high schoo
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I Have Hope, I Will Go Crazy First
[Single female protagonist + madness + active psychological talk + self-madness + first torture and then madness] During my favorite summer, I was sold. Between resistance and despair, I chose to recognize the reality. Just think of it as a game and bet your future freedom. At the same time, it will also let them know that buying me in is the thing they regret most in their lives. Ps: This article is a short story written in the first person perspective of the female protagonist. It's a beautifu
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The End of the World Has Come, but You Are Still Talking to Each Other
When I was in high school, I was silent for a time, but I met the first light in my life. He taught me how to recognize friends, make friends, and study... He personally pulled me up from the abyss, and I indulged in this tenderness that was unique to me. He kept promising: "I will never leave you." Then, I believed it, he disappeared and was never heard from again. Three years after college, a zombie virus broke out. While searching for supplies, I met a man who had disappeared without a trace
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Concubine Chongxi: He Can No Longer Pretend to Be a Sick and Powerful Minister
On the day when the mountain was closed due to heavy snow, the housekeeper of the Hou Mansion kicked open the firewood shed: "The mourning star who killed his own mother, go and celebrate the chief minister!" Shen Qingzhi crushed the poisonous grass in her palm and glanced at the housekeeper's throat with cold eyes. When they entered the wedding hall, the red candles wept with blood, and the blood coughed up by the groom's official stained the white silk. The imperial doctor shook his head and b
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