After Falling in Love with the Mushroom I Grew

Xiao Shen was a top-tier gardener who owned a plantation spanning more than eight thousand mu and loved collecting all kinds of rare flowers and plants.

One day, a friend recommended a batch of new mushroom spores. Xiao Shen opened the package and spread them across his palm. They were plump and pearly white, beautiful as pearls. He ran his slender, fair fingers through them and spotted one that looked strange. It was not only larger than the rest, but also covered in bumps and colored the yellow of excrement.

He carefully picked out the odd one and toyed with it between his fingertips.

His friend smiled sheepishly. "I didn't realize there were defective ones in there. Just throw it away."

Xiao Shen put the spore back. "I want to see just how ugly it grows."

He turned the soil, watered, and fertilized...

The little seedlings grew at an even pace, all looking more or less alike. Only one grew wildly, day and night.

The next morning, Xiao Shen awoke to find a dazzling black mushroom standing tall in the sun, swaying in the breeze. He stared, stunned. Wasn't this the black mushroom, so dazzlingly multicolored, that he had always dreamed of? It really existed!

Only later did he discover that this black mushroom had a strange temper. It would "play dead" at the drop of a hat, especially when Xiao Shen scolded it. It would either keel over looking wilted, or grow all kinds of weird spots on its cap. But the moment he praised it, it would immediately become vibrant and grow toward the sun. He didn't even need to use pesticides.

Later, Xiao Shen set aside a plot of land just for this mushroom, giving it one-on-one VIP treatment.

With his tender care, the mushroom did its best to grow and please its gardener.

One night, Xiao Shen discovered a beautiful young man in a black robe lying in his bed.

Completed Novel: My Disciple Says He Wants to Marry Me. What Should I Do?

As the only heir to her planet, Bouna had servants at her beck and call and lived in the lap of luxury every day.

Still, she felt something was missing from her life.

She always wanted to escape her father's strict control and flee the grand, imposing palace.

An accident finally granted her wish. Being rebellious felt pretty good.

Along the way, she also kidnapped a well-behaved, obedient big boy.

They encountered many ferocious monsters on the way. She had a bubble gun that could blow a giant bubble and trap them all inside.

In the end, many of the monsters defected and became her pets.

Her disciple was very afraid of her because whenever his master was in a bad mood, she'd shoot him and trap him in a bubble.

In the end, the disciple declared that having such a fierce woman as his wife was actually quite wonderful, because she was beautiful, capable, and one of a kind.

Coming Soon: Forcing the Villains to Farm and Raise Kids [Book Transmigration]

Lingling transmigrated into a novel full of villains, each one fierce and terrifying.

The oddball System had given her a task that completely contradicted their characters: force these arrogant big shots to spend every day farming, then go home and raise kids. This was going to be tricky.

Lingling didn't even dare meet their eyes. She felt like their gazes reeked of bloodshed.

It was just like the first time she'd seen her mother kill a chicken as a child. She was the chicken now, and those people could snap her in half just by reaching out an arm.

After all, she was so tiny that if they fought, they'd probably swing her around like a club.

She'd learned a thing or two from the salespeople who pitched health supplements to her elderly mother. Maybe she should start by chatting with them and building a rapport.

She disguised herself as a man and bought a wig. Every day, she took turns serving as the big shots' errand boy, bowing and scraping, afraid that if she accidentally angered one of them, she'd die on the spot. After all, these people had no sense of fair play.

"Damn it, kid, where's my booze? I told you to buy it this morning, and you didn't bring it till tonight!" A burly man covered in chest hair raised a huge cleaver as if to chop her down.

Another man, tall and thin with a little mustache, quickly stepped in. "This kid's working for me. You touch him, and you'll answer to me."

"Don't fight over him. I'm taking him as my disciple. He's got good potential," said another muscular man, flexing his knuckles as he walked over.

Oh wow, were they fighting for her affection?

Lingling decided it was time to make her demands. Big shots, want to farm? Want to raise kids? Don't waste all that skill. This ridiculous novel doesn't even have a single upright character to challenge you, so it must be boring. Why not try farming and raising kids instead?

She spent a month living on the edge.

Hard work paid off.

Professional assassin: "Damn it, what should I plant in that plot on the hillside?"

A certain thug: "For the love of God, why is the kid crying in the middle of the night?"

Once everyone had settled into this quiet life, Lingling decided she didn't need to keep pretending. Wearing a wig every day was uncomfortable, and these people had already started following the rules without being told. They'd fallen in love with their new lives!

That day, she wore a peach-colored dress with a Peter Pan collar, her long hair falling to her waist, and bounced over to the others.

"I'm tired of farming. I want to fall in love."

"Me too. Farming suddenly doesn't seem so appealing."

"So this is the kid! Damn it, be my wife!"

They had no interest in working anymore. They kept seeking her out, each one declaring that he wanted to protect and cherish her. They also expressed deep regret for all the times they'd made her run errands. If they'd known she was a girl, and such a pretty one, who would have made her work?

No way. Had all her efforts been for nothing?

Could she put the wig back on...?

Come on, go farm! Lingling had a sudden idea: Why not hold a competition?

Whoever grew the best crops would get to marry her.

Theme: Love and giving