You're My Fake Friend

After graduating from high school, Lin Xi went to N City to find work.

Then Jiang Yi happened to pass by and caught him on the spot,

and Lin Xi went straight into streaming.

Three years later, he still hadn't found a girlfriend or made any real money.

His younger brother back home called,

asking why Lin Xi wouldn't come back and get rich planting trees with him.

Lin Xi squirmed and thought it over,

then came to a conclusion: it was all because of that damn good friend of his, Jiang Yi.

Who would have thought that after a hater's backlash forced Lin Xi to face reality,

he'd realize friends should stay within the bounds of friendship, and people should live for themselves?

But when Jiang Yi learned Lin Xi was planning to run away, he immediately wanted out, too.

Friends? What friends? You're my fake friend, and I'm your boyfriend!

1. Bottom, CP: Jiang Yi.

2. Before the main story begins, the two are more than friends, but still friends.

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Coming soon: The Villain Only Wants to Keep the Protagonist

In the entire cultivation world, the Mingjian Sect is a low-tier sect,

and Yan Ling is its humble sweeper.

Past thirty, he has barely reached Foundation Establishment, with no future in sight.

But one day, amid a heavy snowfall,

Yan Ling's broom swept up a handsome young man.

He knew who the boy was: Su Ningyu,

the true protagonist of this world, the child of destiny.

And Yan Ling himself was the final villainous boss in this book.

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Coming soon: The Background Character Top Didn't Die

The story was supposed to begin on the day Jiang Tianshun died suddenly.

Su Yao, who had married him to bring him good fortune, would be left with no one to rely on,

drifting like duckweed in the wind.

With skin as white as snow and hair as dark as ink,

he would captivate everyone, from sinister demon lords to aloof immortal lords,

from holy monks undergoing tribulation to exalted emperors.

Just as Su Yao put on mourning clothes and began to weep,

Jiang Tianshun opened his eyes in the coffin.

He was alive.

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