The Counterattack of Wannian Er Er [Puishu]

Zhuma Zhuma Tiantian's daily articles, there is not much plot, just cute and sweet daily life As the eldest son of the world's second largest dairy group, He Yanqiu has an incalculable net worth and looks like a superstar, but he also has his own problems. The student who scores second in the joint entrance examination will be the vice president of the student union, the monitor will be the deputy monitor, the student will be ranked second in the Go competition, and the runner-up in the fencing competition. From kindergarten to senior year of high school, wherever there was competition, he was the second best To this end, He Yanqiu formed his own think tank and determined to remove the subtitle of Vice Chairman Suddenly a transfer student came to the class. He Yanqiu gradually discovered that what he was wearing seemed to be a book. The transfer student was attacked by that person. Hehehehe, He Yanqiu's smile gradually became weird, what could be more exciting than cuckolding that person. That person: Qiuqiu, if you don't behave well, you will be suppressed in advance. [Mine Sweeper: Animation style, please do not substitute reality. The article has twists and turns and people have defects. It is not a pet article, it is not a happy article, and it is not a sweet article of smooth sailing] ———— [Next book to open] "My male partner and I were both big guys [through the book]" Daily Weird and Sweet Articles Once upon a time, Ruan Wenyuan's life was simple and happy. He only had to study poisonous elixirs with a weird smile in Yaowang Valley. After a few hundred years, he would take the results to Qingcheng Mountain to challenge Peng Jiangcheng, the leader of the Sword Cultivator Alliance. He would vomit blood and return home. He would continue to study poisonous elixirs with a weird smile. He would challenge again a few hundred years later, and then vomit blood and return home. Until Peng Jiangcheng transcended the tribulation and ascended... Failed. Ruan Wenyuan cried for three days and three nights, feeling that his whole life had lost its meaning. If he can't poison the best swordsman in the world to prove that the poisonous cultivator is the strongest, what's the point of his life? Ruan Wenyuan drank the last bottle of poison specially made for Peng Jiangcheng and died. When Ruan Wenyuan opened his eyes again, Peng Jiangcheng's icy dead face with many scars was poked in front of his bed. Ruan Wenyuan hugged his arm and burst into tears: "How can you break my promise?!" Peng Jiangcheng was stunned for a moment, and Ruan Wenyuan smiled as if his thousand-year-old ice face was melting. His smile was a bit philistine and a bit flattering: "Yes, yes, I came late. It's my fault that I made Master Ruan angry." Ruan Wenyuan forgot to cry on the spot. Then, she cried even louder. He almost knelt on the bed and grabbed the pillow with his head, hammering the bed with his fist while crying and shouting: "Peng Xiurui! You bastard! How did you become like this! How can you deserve to be killed by me? After all, my murderous intention was wrongly paid! " Probably someone from the entertainment industry wearing a book. Ps: Peng Jiangcheng, courtesy name Xiurui. (The copy may be slightly revised) ———— [Advance collection of another book] "My classmates don't believe I am God" Lan Cheng woke up from hunger. The ancient god who has been sleeping for many years wakes up, and the world changes drastically. His power of faith is actually very little? Lan Cheng dug himself out from the ground. The young god squatting at the entrance of the cave looked at him up and down with disdain and issued a verdict: "Inferior God, I am your direct supervisor. I am here to take down a phone number." Lan Cheng:? ? ? Lan Cheng had been living under the overpass for a month, without developing a single believer. Occasionally, he heard two female students shouting "male gods". Lan Cheng stared at the sparkling power of faith on their bodies, and his stomach - Gulu~ Developing believers starts from childhood. On the first day of transferring school, Lan Cheng introduced himself: Hello everyone, my name is Lan Cheng, and I am a god. Classmate:...... Teacher: ... Lan Cheng: As long as you worship and pray sincerely every day, I will hear your wishes. Teacher: The last row, yes, the corner. Lan Cheng sat down, and his new deskmate smiled evilly: "What kind of god is that? Do you want me to believe in you?" Lan Cheng stretched out his five fingers and refused: "No, you have such evil energy, it is more suitable to believe in the God of Plague." Mu Yanzhou stopped smiling: "You fucking say that again?!" Lan Cheng turned his head: "I am a god, conceived in the faith of all things. I have no mother, but I have a boss. Do you need the phone number of my superior god?" Lan Cheng's eyes were blazing, "As long as you have one fried chicken leg, I will fulfill your wish. It's best to have it from Lao Wang's family, with cumin flavor, add some sauce, and add more spiciness." Mu Yanzhou:...... Mu Yanzhou: Psycho! ———— [Recommended article for gay friends] "The Big Villain Is My Brain-Dead Fan" by Dongfeng Fei, the unrequited CEO & marriage partner's unsuccessful journey of pretending to be a fan. [Recommended for gay friends] "Raising a violent boss by mistake as the protagonist [Puishu]" by Sha on the Pillow Zhuang Yan, the once all-powerful demon lord, suddenly fell down... And was saved by a dog! Intention: Happiness