My Villainous Friend

New stories I'm looking for advance readers for: My Alpha Self Was Marked by My Childhood Friend and My Master's Character Is All Wrong. Check them out! Blurb I have no CP, no dating experience, no house, no car, and no money. I'm a single dog, a friend of a villain. I run a milk tea shop on Xiangyang Street, Xiangyang Road, in X City. First-time customers get one yuan off their first order. At the author's request, I'm saying this three times: Don't worry, I'm not the protagonist. X3 Years later, as I faced a steady stream of customers, I would remember that distant night when Luo Sen came to my shop to buy milk tea. At the time, my shop was running a promotion. Confident as ever, I hung up a banner: Order anything you like. If I can't make it, I'll pay you. Luo Sen was cool and didn't waste time chatting. He got straight to the point: “Boss, a cup of bubble tea, no milk tea, add one yuan's worth of tapioca pearls, one yuan's worth of coconut jelly, one yuan's worth of grass jelly, one yuan's worth of popping boba, and one yuan's worth of pudding. Thanks.” I clearly remember that when Luo Sen took the twenty yuan I'd paid him back, his arm was a bloody mess, and one of his hands was missing. Having seen plenty in my day, I wasn't surprised in the slightest. What did surprise me was that when he came back for milk tea the next day, the hand he'd lost had grown back. Grown, grown, grown back. A friendly note from the milk tea shop owner: 1. That sentence in the third paragraph of the blurb wasn't original to the owner. It was adapted from Gabriel Garcia Marquez's One Hundred Years of Solitude. That's right, the owner is cultured too. 2. It might have a BE, but life goes on, and there will still be surprises. 3. Boss isn't the protagonist. The protagonist isn't me. I'm not... If the author makes me repeat that again, I'm calling my friend over to beat someone up. The milk tea shop owner wishes all the lovely ladies and gentlemen a happy time reading. By the way, I'm 23, male, into women, a college graduate, and have been single since birth. I own a milk tea shop. Is there really no one who wants to flirt with me? PS: Unless something comes up, updates are every morning at nine. I'll ask for leave if needed. My Master's Character Is All Wrong Blurb: Meng Jun died. To obtain a wisp of Meng Jun's soul, Shen Jiu stormed Heaven, wreaked havoc in the underworld, and threw the Four Seas into chaos. At last, he got the chance to go back in time and find his master. He woke up filled with excitement, only to see his aloof and immaculate master from his memories with someone in each arm, out on the town... at a brothel! Meng Jun didn't know if writing so many master-and-younger-disciple romance stories had given him hallucinations. A disciple had suddenly dropped out of the sky and claimed to be his future husband! Excerpt from Immortal Master Meng's diary 1 This Shen Jiu claims to be my disciple, but he's more like my master. He keeps telling me to care for the world and save all living beings. What a joke! The people of the world aren't as fragile as you think. I asked him which idiot had said that. He looked at me deeply. It's late. Time to sweep my disciple out the door. 2 My waist hurts. I regret it. How did I become so blind later on that I took on a disciple like this? PS: Third-person narration, with the master as the point-of-view character in the blurb and the disciple in the main story. My Alpha Self Was Marked by My Childhood Friend After differentiating as an omega, school bully Wu Xie became even more hot-tempered, threatening to knock out the teeth of anyone who dared to mark him. The alphas at Henghua kept their distance. The only exception was Ning Bo, the one alpha who had always been able to get close to him. He pushed open the door and saw Ning Bo, whose eyes were red from being in heat. Ning Bo looked at him pitifully, the corners of his eyes flushed. Wu Xie's heart softened. “I'll let you bite me just once, okay?” A tidal wave of pheromones washed over him. Wu Xie tried to run, but it was too late. By the time he came out holding his lower back, he regretted everything. No matter how much an alpha acts weak, he's still an alpha! Little Scene The boys in class were anonymously voting for class flower. When the notebook reached Wu Xie, he thought it was boring and was about to toss it to the next person. Then he caught sight of someone's handsome profile and suddenly came up with a mischievous idea. A few gossipy omegas were curious about who School Bully Wu had chosen as class flower. They took the notebook and saw two bold, sweeping characters written on the page: Ning Bo. The next day, the whole school knew that the class flower of Class 11, Grade Two, was a male alpha. Wu Xie set the love letter he'd just received on Ning Bo's desk with a plop. “Big Brother Class Flower, could you help me translate this?” When Wu Xie voted Ning Bo class flower, he never imagined that one day he'd be pinned beneath the brat who once needed him to tie his shoelaces, never to rise again. Straight-A, top-student seme and prickly, tsundere school bully uke Theme: