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After the Binding Error, the Master Counterattacked Me.
What do socially anxious people fear most? It's not a ghost, it's not an exam, it's social death. I'm the kind of person who will take a detour when queuing up to check out at the supermarket and find an acquaintance in front of me; the kind of person who orders takeout and notes "leave it at the door and don't ring the doorbell"; the kind of person who needs to mentally prepare for half an hour to even call to return the delivery. Now this system comes out of nowhere and wants me to defeat the
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After Rebirth, I Personally Raised and Destroyed His Business Empire.
"Miss?" A voice came from the other side. I looked up and saw a face. I will never forget that face even if I die: the angular jaw, the deep eye sockets, the slightly upturned lips, with a gentle smile that is just right. He was wearing a dark gray casual suit with a white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, looking both casual and sophisticated. Lin Chen. He was looking at me with just the right amount of nervousness and just the right amount of shyness in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I saw that you seeme
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I Feel so Miserable That I Don't Want to Live Anymore: I Cut Out My Heart and Pay It Back a Hundred Times.
"After tomorrow, no one will remember you." His voice came from far away, "I can't give you a tombstone." My tears have dried up. I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat seemed to be blocked and no sound came out. The operating room door closes. The doctor picked up the scalpel and the cold metal touched the skin of my chest. I could even feel the slight sting. Don't... Don't... I desperately wanted to open my eyes, shout, and struggle, but my body no longer obeyed. The anesthetic drug
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The Delivery Boy and the Richest Man Swap Bodies
Crossroads, red light. I stopped and waited. There was a row of cars parked next to me, and at the front was a black Rolls-Royce. The car's paint is so bright that it can make out people's silhouettes. Compared with my broken electric car, it's like a completely different world. I stared at the car for a few seconds. Just a few seconds. Suddenly a thought came to my mind: Do you think I can afford to pay for it if I get hit by it? Just as the thought passed, the red light turned green. I acciden
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