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A hypocritical emperor top who loves to act cute VS a loyal general bottom who loves being doted on
1.
Yuan Zhou spent twenty years as an emperor in ancient times, working from dawn to dusk and devoting himself to his people until he died of exhaustion.
Back in the modern world, high school student Yuan Zhou was overjoyed and vowed to lie flat for the rest of his life! He wanted to be the kind of layabout who relied on his parents and brother before marriage, then relied on his wife afterward!
But before he could find the wife who would let him live off her, the civil and military officials from his previous life found him first and became his classmates.
In the past, the chief ministers had knelt before him and begged him to review memorials and be a wise ruler. Now, they chased after him with tutoring books and urged him to become a top student.
Yuan Zhou’s dream of lying flat shattered with a splat.
2.
Class 19, Senior Three, at Yanglin No. 3 High School was the worst class in the entire grade.
Its academic results were at the bottom, its sports results were at the bottom, its arts results were at the bottom, and even its discipline score was at the bottom.
But after the entire class underwent differentiation, Class 19 changed. They even dared to challenge Class 1, determined to take its place as the top class.
At the joint exam between eight schools, the top twenty students overall were all alphas from Class 19, each scoring over 720.
The civil officials, all top scholars in their own right, said, “Studying is our specialty.”
At the city sports meet, the omegas of Class 19 swept every event, each of them carrying home a gold medal.
The military officials, all generals in their former lives, said, “Sports? That’s just a trivial side gig.”
3.
Yuan Zhou’s ideal partner had to meet three requirements.
One: Be beautiful.
Two: Be strong and know how to act cute.
Three: Be smart.
His standards were too high, and he spent twenty years single.
After returning to the modern world, Yuan Zhou gradually lowered his standards.
First, he dropped the requirement to be strong and know how to act cute.
A wife only needed to be good-looking and smart. He could hire a bodyguard for the strength part, and he could do the acting cute himself.
Later, he dropped the requirement to be beautiful, too.
A wife only needed to be smart and let him live off her. He could take care of being the beautiful one himself.
After that, he even dropped the requirement to be smart.
He had no other requirements. Any omega would do. He really couldn’t handle an alpha’s rut anymore.
Unfortunately, he still couldn’t find one. No omega could stay clearheaded under his overwhelmingly powerful pheromones.
Just as Yuan Zhou thought he might be single for another twenty years, his mighty, powerful general offered himself to him.
The general, more alpha than any alpha, said, “Your servant is an omega. Your servant is strong and healthy, can withstand Your Majesty’s pheromones, can handle Your Majesty’s stamina, and can satisfy all of Your Majesty’s requirements. Your servant begs Your Majesty to take him.”
Yuan Zhou: !
His general was an omega?!
It turned out the general really could handle it :)
Coming soon: The Male Leads in the Tragic Romance Novel Have All Fallen for Someone Else
A collection of separate stories.
Blurb:
When dealing with scumbags, a dramatic breakup isn’t enough. We have to scatter their ashes, too!
1. A tea-loving ghost top VS an award-winning actor bottom
(The scumbag is a powerful boss who forces the bottom into a relationship.)
2. A class representative who always says what everyone’s thinking top VS a taciturn top student bottom
(The scumbag is a rich school bully.)
3. A blunt space pirate top VS a patient, long-suffering military female bottom
(The scumbag is a hypocritical male zerg who transmigrated into this world.)
4. A sinister, scheming upperclassman top VS a gifted freshman bottom
(The scumbag is the only son of a powerful family, lost to them as a child. When he was wandering a trash planet, the bottom kept him alive.)
PS: An interstellar military academy story, set in the world of an erotica novel.
5. A zombie king top who just wants to lie flat VS a former damsel-in-distress who becomes a powerful wielder of every ability type bottom
(The scumbag is a playboy who treats the bottom as a substitute and deliberately keeps him weak.)
6. An emperor top who sleeps only four hours a day VS a newly crowned top scholar bottom
(The scumbag is a prince who’s useless at everything except womanizing.)
7. A protective founding master top VS a beautiful, strong, tragic master bottom
(The scumbag is a demonic cultivator disciple who betrays his master.)
8. To be determined
Theme: Study hard and strive for success!
The pit is deep.
Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails.
Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat.
So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky.
Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze.
So they said it was yesterday, today, and tomorrow. … Legends waft around every corner.
"Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!"
"You looked good climbing down!"
I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled.
"Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me.
"No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit.
There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again.
"Hello!"
"Hello!"
"Is it comfortable to squat?"
?"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!"
"Are you going out too?"
"Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope.
So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole.
Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word.
I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death.
But what I use more is the 'squatting' posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky.
It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light.
I think they must not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living.
Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind;
Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Crawling towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable,
Do you know who I am?
Hey, I saw Jie V. I thought I'd just wait and see. Is this a complete screw-up?
The pit is deep.
I squatted on the ground and looked up quietly.
The time of the last update has been very far away now. Probably because of the hopeless waiting, I am no longer very sensitive to time. I only remember that a long, long time has passed.
There was a wailing around me, which was uttered by the seniors who accidentally fell into the pit. They seemed to have cried mutely, and now only a few isolated wailings could be heard, and the hopeless atmosphere was buried at the bottom of the pit. They have waited too long.
As time goes by, the sky becomes clearer and brighter, the clouds disperse and gather again, the moon becomes full and dim, and even the wind records the waiting time.
A thick layer of moss has grown on the soil at the bottom of the pit, and long weeds have grown where the sun can shine during the day, seeming to be about to bury me squatting at the bottom of the pit.
It is extremely dark here, and the sunlight cannot bring bright warmth. I hold my palm in front of my eyes and can only see fragments of light on my nails. The seniors at the bottom of the pit have stayed here for too long. They memorized the words engraved on the walls of the pit and almost memorized them, but they couldn't read the words.
A hint of pit filling.
They could only digest this simple text, swallow it in their stomachs, and then squat on the ground, looking at the sky, counting the days and waiting for an update that would never come.
This feeling is like Xue Ding's cat. You never know whether the update will come until tomorrow, so you look forward to it and wait until tomorrow comes, and you will have a feeling like this.
Then I continued to hold on to the feeling of what might happen, waiting for tomorrow.
I waited for so long that I couldn't even cry out, so I had to whisper and ask a question that had been answered for a long time. Can I still wait?
I don't know how long it has been here, a day, a week, a month, or a year? I can only sit here quietly, imagining how spectacular and desirable the day will be when the pit is filled.
It's another day for me to carve new scratches on the wall full of orthographic characters.
The days of waiting at the bottom of this pit have been too long, and the cries of the seniors struggling and chanting do not seem to have become dull. I think that maybe this waiting can turn into some kind of resentful spirit, and I am afraid it is the most powerful kind of person.
Occasionally juniors would jump in.
Some of them wanted to take a look, and then they were attracted by the words. They fell into the pit entangled by the words, and then followed me to wait and see.
This kind of end can only be like the predecessors who recited those extremely attractive things over and over again, and then squatted at the bottom of the pit while shouting.
Some were recommended by seniors who were waiting in vain.
I couldn't help but feel sad for them, so I had to hold up a sign and shout, run away. But it's actually useless. This doesn't make the hole go away. At most, it's just that there's one more book to collect in the lifetime column of the book list.
It's a new day again. I looked at the sun rising again and murmured: Will there be an update tomorrow?
In fact, the civil servants are all A, and the generals are all O. They can just work together.
I hate people who don't fill in holes the most.
Md, I want to curse, it's so abominable
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh but I really like it
Husband, you have unblocked it! ! !
When will the legendary zombie-like update be released again?
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A Fishing Girl Refused to Be a Control Group [From Ancient Times to the Present]
The Substitute Sword Spirit Just Wants to Suck the Essence of the Immortal King
After Being Spoiled, of Course the Five Cats Have to Enjoy Their Youth in Advance!
After Becoming the Original Wife of a Sick Young Man [80]
Qi Ling Is a Female Supporting Role in the Control Group.
Class 3 (19)
I Want to Be Oikawa-Senpai's Partner Today!
The Entire Cultivation World Loves the Eldest Senior Sister
The Top Student and His Archrival Got Together
The Crazy Bottom Has His Eyes on Me in a Horror Instance
I'm Wanted by an Omega with an Extreme Need for Control
The pit is deep. Put your hand in front of your eyes and you can see a little glimmer on the nails. Hold your breath and hear your heartbeat. So I hugged my knees tightly and sat at the bottom of the pit, looking up at a 45-degree angle to the sky. Legend has it that in this posture, you can see renewed light. Everyone is talking about the renewed light. I think it neither belongs to today nor tomorrow. It only appears at the time it should appear and stays where it should stay. In just a short moment, the weak white light warms the dark bottom of the pit and illuminates everyone's gaze. So they said it was yesterday, today, and tomorrow. … Legends waft around every corner. "Are you new here?" Someone asked me. "Yes!" "You looked good climbing down!" I think she is praising me. I always do this, climbing from the bottom of one pit to the bottom of another pit. I am used to climbing, so I am very skilled. "Climb out together and take a breath?" She invited me. "No, thank you!" I was tired from climbing and wanted to rest at the bottom of this pit. There are pits on the ground at any time. When you climb out, you don't know which step ahead will lead you to fall into the next pit. I looked up at her posture as she climbed out, heading towards hope step by step, and heading towards the bottom of the pit step by step. There was numbness, fatigue, and struggle. So someone goes out and someone comes in again. "Hello!" "Hello!" "Is it comfortable to squat?" ?"My legs are a little numb, I'll lie down later!" "Lie down slowly!" "Are you going out too?" "Yes, maybe there will be a new world in the next pit!" You see, people can never give up hope. So, I crawled. I crawled all over the pit. I'm still at the bottom of the hole. Crawling requires such a posture, with hands on the ground and legs kneeling on the ground. This is really not a pleasant posture, but when crawling, my eyes are infinitely close to the bottom of the pit, looking at every place over and over again, like a cow chewing its cud, chewing every word. I have forgotten the initial taste. What I am waiting for is tomorrow's food. I am a fish with my head raised, constantly devouring, never stopping, until the day when the food suffocates me to death. But what I use more is the 'squatting' posture. This is a posture soaked in the blood and engraved in the bones. This is the posture in which I keep looking up. This is a 45-degree posture toward the sky. It is said that there is a creature called a bird in the sky. They come and go freely and are never restrained. Their wings are spread out and their bodies are light. I think they must not be able to learn the "squat" movement. No part of their bone structure is designed for squatting. Creation is so discriminating against them that you can hardly imagine how much fun they have in living. Maybe one day you will meet me squatting at the bottom of a pit. I look up to the sky and cry in the wind; Maybe one day you will meet me crawling around, with long hair and fallen nails. Crawling towards you step by step, my hand passes through your black hair, my resentment passes through your network cable, Do you know who I am?
Hey, I saw Jie V. I thought I'd just wait and see. Is this a complete screw-up?
The pit is deep. I squatted on the ground and looked up quietly. The time of the last update has been very far away now. Probably because of the hopeless waiting, I am no longer very sensitive to time. I only remember that a long, long time has passed. There was a wailing around me, which was uttered by the seniors who accidentally fell into the pit. They seemed to have cried mutely, and now only a few isolated wailings could be heard, and the hopeless atmosphere was buried at the bottom of the pit. They have waited too long. As time goes by, the sky becomes clearer and brighter, the clouds disperse and gather again, the moon becomes full and dim, and even the wind records the waiting time. A thick layer of moss has grown on the soil at the bottom of the pit, and long weeds have grown where the sun can shine during the day, seeming to be about to bury me squatting at the bottom of the pit. It is extremely dark here, and the sunlight cannot bring bright warmth. I hold my palm in front of my eyes and can only see fragments of light on my nails. The seniors at the bottom of the pit have stayed here for too long. They memorized the words engraved on the walls of the pit and almost memorized them, but they couldn't read the words. A hint of pit filling. They could only digest this simple text, swallow it in their stomachs, and then squat on the ground, looking at the sky, counting the days and waiting for an update that would never come. This feeling is like Xue Ding's cat. You never know whether the update will come until tomorrow, so you look forward to it and wait until tomorrow comes, and you will have a feeling like this. Then I continued to hold on to the feeling of what might happen, waiting for tomorrow. I waited for so long that I couldn't even cry out, so I had to whisper and ask a question that had been answered for a long time. Can I still wait? I don't know how long it has been here, a day, a week, a month, or a year? I can only sit here quietly, imagining how spectacular and desirable the day will be when the pit is filled. It's another day for me to carve new scratches on the wall full of orthographic characters. The days of waiting at the bottom of this pit have been too long, and the cries of the seniors struggling and chanting do not seem to have become dull. I think that maybe this waiting can turn into some kind of resentful spirit, and I am afraid it is the most powerful kind of person. Occasionally juniors would jump in. Some of them wanted to take a look, and then they were attracted by the words. They fell into the pit entangled by the words, and then followed me to wait and see. This kind of end can only be like the predecessors who recited those extremely attractive things over and over again, and then squatted at the bottom of the pit while shouting. Some were recommended by seniors who were waiting in vain. I couldn't help but feel sad for them, so I had to hold up a sign and shout, run away. But it's actually useless. This doesn't make the hole go away. At most, it's just that there's one more book to collect in the lifetime column of the book list. It's a new day again. I looked at the sun rising again and murmured: Will there be an update tomorrow?
In fact, the civil servants are all A, and the generals are all O. They can just work together.
I hate people who don't fill in holes the most.
Md, I want to curse, it's so abominable
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh but I really like it
Husband, you have unblocked it! ! !
When will the legendary zombie-like update be released again?
This one is really cute...[Red heart]