In Order to Complete the Kpi, I Was Forced to Kill the Male Protagonist of the Sadistic Novel
为了完成kpi我被迫he了虐文男主
by Ji Jing (稷静)
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- ThemeLove
- POVFemale Lead
- Age18+
- Happy Ending
- Lighthearted
Synopsis
[The Lord seeks nature, not just writing about love] * There is no halo, no golden finger, the first year of high school is taking online classes at home, it is an ordinary day, Cui Wuruo wears it after criticizing netizens in the Douyin comment section When it comes to Cui Ruo, the down-and-out daughter of a sinner, according to the KPI, she can only go back after becoming the Jinbang Lady and then passing up. She has nothing to offer and chooses to show off Because she knew nothing but studying, she was forced to adhere to the principle that it is better to rely on herself than to rely on men. Working as a Nanqu opera troupe, he rented a shop in the suburbs and opened a half-baked cram school for Chinese classics and righteousness. He doesn't charge tuition fees, he only asks his disciples not to marry, and he owes himself a big favor. However, the current situation is turbulent and there is no need for graceful actors to sing "□□flower". Famine and turmoil have also led to frequent cases of cannibalism in Jiangnan. The disciples who had spent all their savings and taught everything to each other were once again blocked by the revived "Nine-Rank Zhongzheng System" * "The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night." "Things are right and people are not the same, everything is over. If you want to speak, you should shed tears first." Cui Wuruo could no longer find a job to support himself, so he was willing to go to the temple to serve the nuns and noble ladies of the previous dynasty who were escaping from the world. I've seen a lot of things clearly during this trip. "It turns out... It turns out... The world is cruel and human beings are evil, and what I said is not false." She also became as sad as ordinary ancient women. Some lives, if you accept them, you accept them. Cui Wuruo no longer expects anyone to save her from the sea of suffering. It was just that the new dynasty was re-established, and there was an endless stream of disciples and pilgrims. She saw her former disciples again. Hope can't help but rekindle in my heart * So finally "Take off your cassock and red skirt, and marry Zhang Lang today." She wore a bright red wedding dress and drank the sweet wine given to her by Lady Liu of the theater troupe a long time ago. In her previous life, she didn't have the love of her parents, the love of her mentor, or the company of her friends. She obviously made up for it in this life. She has Liu Niang who treats her extremely well and has a sharp tongue; she has a playmate Fentao who treats her wholeheartedly; she has a disciple Qi Zhan who is sincere and dedicated to serving the country; and she has a disciple Wen Linmo who is extremely talented and speaks well... These are all sincere and kind people, but they all died in vain The sweet wine is in my throat, still bitter She is going home, but where are they? They and thousands of them will be buried in the loess, and no one will remember them anymore. * Zhang Lengqiu "Drums and horns lift the sky, the air is cold, and the wind stirs the sea and mountains in autumn." The number one scholar in Jinke, the first assistant disciple, with a different surname: Marquis Wen, his name is recorded in history books... He finally climbed into the position she wanted most and gave her everything she wanted. But the little girl who used to study with him all day long and sing a few lines of Kunqu opera without any accent could never come back. Is he wrong? [Instructions for consumption] In fact, it's nothing. It's not a book about romance. If I have to count it, it's the same as the title of the book. It's he Even though the author's writing is so heavy, the heroine is just as funny as the author [bad laugh] Intention: Things are the same and people are not the same. Everything should stop. If you want to speak, the tears will flow first.