Pretending to Be a Little Fairy

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After being reborn, Qiu Jiu decided to turn over a new leaf and stop being a delinquent girl.

On her first day at her new school, she met Jiang Zhixu.

The boy had red hair and black eyes, his hands in his pockets and his gaze cold and rebellious.

He was just like her old self.

Qiu Jiu brought out a set of Wusan practice problems: "Classmate, let’s get into Tsinghua together."

The boy: "Get lost."

Qiu Jiu’s eyes filled with tears as she bit her lip: "Classmate, you won’t make any friends if you’re so mean. If you don’t like Wusan, I’ve got Huanggang problems too."

Her new deskmate was a pitiful chatterbox who pestered him every day about getting into Tsinghua.

At a monthly exam, the little chatterbox came in last in the whole school, while he came in second to last.

Jiang Zhixu: "!! With grades like yours, you’re even worse than me, and you still want to get into Tsinghua? Go to New Oriental and learn to operate an excavator."

The little chatterbox cried.

Jiang Zhixu brought out the Wusan and Huanggang books: "Jiujiu, don’t cry. Let’s get into Tsinghua together."

Years later, the media interviewed Jiang Zhixu: "Mr. Jiang, we’ve heard that your grades were near the bottom in high school and that you were a problem student. What inspired you to get into Tsinghua?"

Jiang Zhixu lowered his head and smiled. "Love."

When Jiang Zhixu got home, his wife grabbed him by the ear before he could even steady himself.

"Love, my foot! Do you know how many people watched that interview? My students saw it and told me they wanted to start dating early to improve their grades."

"Next time, say: As long as you work hard, anything is possible."

Jiang Zhixu covered his ear. "I know I was wrong, Teacher Qiu."

A lighthearted, healing, silly romantic comedy. One-on-one.

A heroine who pretends to be a sweet little angel but talks nonstop X a hero who gets into a fight at the slightest provocation.

We’re cut from the same cloth. Why are we so eager to tear each other apart?

Coming soon: Three Years into Our Marriage, I Learned My Husband Has Dissociative Identity Disorder

There are two people living inside Sheng Qin, one black and one white. The black one appears during the day, and the white one at night.

They both know about the other and communicate through a diary.

White Sheng Qin writes in his diary: My wife is gentle, kind, beautiful, and adorable. She wouldn’t even hurt an ant.

One day, Black Sheng Qin met the wife White Sheng Qin wrote about.

Apart from being pretty, she didn’t fit the description at all.

Black Sheng Qin: Blind.

White Sheng Qin: No taste.

They fought back and forth, and White Sheng Qin won.

Black Sheng Qin: I take it back. She’s wonderful.

2

Xie Moyi had been married for three years. On the third day of her husband’s business trip, she ran into him on the street.

Her husband, who usually wore only white shirts, was wearing an expensive black suit and had his arm around a woman. They were acting all lovey-dovey.

Furious, Xie Moyi slapped the cheating bastard, then slapped the other woman, and kicked him in the crotch.

"Divorce!"

The bastard shouted: "You’ve got the wrong person!"

Xie Moyi: "Don’t think I won’t recognize you just because you’ve changed your clothes."

Later, Xie Moyi learned that she really had gotten the wrong person, but she clung to Sheng Qin and refused to let go.

Sheng Qin: "Why are you following me?"

Xie Moyi: "To make sure you don’t cheat on me. I’ll keep following you until my husband comes back. Or you can castrate yourself, and I’ll stop following you."

Sheng Qin: "..."

3

A young nobleman belongs in a painting; I alone know the way to him. When I write of the water’s end and the sky’s edge, surely he is no man of this mortal world.

Xie Moyi had a secret no one knew: she fell in love with Sheng Qin at first sight. She loved him in his white robes, so otherworldly, as if he didn’t belong in this world.

It had taken her ages to win him over, only for her pure and refined husband to turn into an overbearing CEO with money on the brain.

Hah...

I was fierce by nature, but for you, I became gentle.

The male lead has dissociative identity disorder, and the heroine doesn’t know for the first three years of their marriage.

One-on-one, both virgins.

Another upcoming story

Offering Myself to the Tyrant

Mingyue woke up one morning to find herself inside a male-led novel.

The male lead was a ruthless, moody tyrant who would play the pig to eat the tiger and eventually seize the throne.

She was the cannon-fodder villainess, a fake princess whose identity had been switched with the male lead’s, and who had castrated him.

In the end, the tyrant had her executed by slow slicing...

Mingyue: I think I can manage a less painful way to die.

She would start by clinging to the male lead and giving him love, affection, and everything she had.

But it turned out she’d clung to him in bed.

Didn’t the original story say he was impotent? That he was unmoved despite having a harem of three thousand beauties?

Mingyue: I think I can keep surviving a little longer...

One-on-one, lighthearted story

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Theme: Our spirited youth helps us become better people.