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Books by Yan Yiren
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You Asked Me to Fix a Wuling Hongguang, So Why Did I Turn It Into an Aircraft Carrier? 让你修五菱宏光，你改装航母？
The protagonist, Mo Gai, is a nearly bankrupt car mechanic who unexpectedly awakens the [God-Tier Modification System]. The System cannot create something from nothing, but it can upgrade any existing industrial product to its theoretical limits. To earn “processing power” and unlock higher permissions, Mo Gai starts by modifying a Wuling Hongguang and sets out on an industrial-mythmaking journey that will make the whole world tremble.
6.5kReads8.1Score548Shelves
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I Fix Phones. You’re Telling Me I Can’t Fix a Rocket? 我一个修手机的，修不了火箭？
Good news: After aliens abducted him, Zhang Jun gained an entire galaxy's worth of top-tier industrial knowledge! Bad news: All he wants is to loaf around and repair phones in the urban village! At first, everyone thinks he's just a low-level internet celebrity desperate for attention. Until
4.1kReads—Score343Shelves
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I'm a Repairman, and I'm Livestreaming a Lithography Machine Repair from the Start 我，维修小哥，开局直播修光刻机
My girlfriend thought I was poor, so she ran off with a rich kid. My landlord’s on my case, and I have to get out by tomorrow! At the lowest point in his life, Ma Liang, a repairman, unexpectedly awakens the [God-Tier Repair System]! Repair anything and control atoms! Staring at the phone in his hand, restored to pristine condition and even boasting a 10% performance boost, Ma Liang is dumbfounded! This System is ridiculously powerful! In his livestream, top experts across the country question h
30Reads7.3Score—Shelves
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My Roommate Laughs at My Healthy Tea Habit, but I Can Dodge Bullets with My Body 室友笑我喝茶养生，我肉身躲子弹
On the surface, I’m a laid-back young man who likes drinking tea and reading ancient books. “Yifeng, stay behind us! Don’t be afraid of the bullets flying everywhere!” In secret, I’m the young master of Hidden Edge Valley, guardian of China’s dragon veins, and I’ve spent twenty years training in the art of killing. A cool, aloof doctoral student mocks me for being superstitious and charges at me in an exoskeleton, determined to give me a “practical demonstration.” I catch her thunderous iron fis
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