After Becoming a Pitiful Little One, I Shocked Everyone

At this year's Psionic Adept Tournament, an undersized, scrawny amateur showed up.

She looked like the slightest breeze could blow her away if she took two steps.

The whole arena was stunned.

"Wait, can just anyone compete now?"

"She's so skinny, I could beat ten of her with one punch."

"I heard she's only Rank One."

"Trash planets really do produce nothing but trash."

"Please stop giving slots to trash planets!"

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Even more shocking, the Rank One amateur had brought along an ordinary person with no talent.

Were they crazy, crazy, or crazy?

The moment Lin Yingshi stepped into the arena, the audience laughed at her, and every competitor took notice.

She looked like an easy target to score points against.

But no one could have imagined it:

The amateur wiped the floor with the entire arena.

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As Yan Shan's prized disciple,

Lin Yingshi was shouted out the door by her master.

Also thrown out was his even more prized second disciple.

That second disciple had always obeyed the master without question.

If the master said east, he would never go west.

The model student among model students, the honest man among honest men.

Now he'd joined her in making the master furious.

Who could have seen that coming?

See? She told you.

Stay poor long enough, and you'll go crazy.

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A secretly obsessive male lead x a resilient female lead

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My next novel is starting soon: The Boy I Used to Be Has Arrived. Add it to your favorites!

Someone on Zhihu asked: What's it like to study hard and struggle through life, only to end up with everything in a mess?

[Thanks for the invite. That describes me perfectly. I've been out of school for years and have achieved nothing, still struggling to stay above the poverty line. The person I probably feel most sorry for is the carefree version of myself from back then.]

A lot of the time,

Ning Xinyu felt she couldn't go on.

Her life was nearly over.

Maybe it was time to end it.

But just before she could end everything,

a lively twelve-year-old version of herself suddenly appeared in her life.

"Waaah! You can't kill me! I'm supposed to live to ninety!"

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A year later, the poster edited her answer.

[Maybe your past self is far more forgiving of you than you imagine.]

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After meeting Ning Xinyu, little Xinyu asked her curiously, "How many ex-boyfriends do I have? Can I see them?"

Looking at little Xinyu's wide eyes, full of curiosity,

Ning Xinyu felt a faint twinge of guilt for the first time.

In the face of her unusual silence,

little Xinyu looked incredulous. "N-none?"

Waaah! She thought she'd have at least two handsome exes!

Make it up to me! Make it up to me! Make it up to me!!!

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Jiang Yunzhi had a secret: the person he had a crush on was very aloof.

Even after he became famous, with fans all over the country,

she never replied to a single one of his messages.

Until one day, he sent her his usual holiday greeting,

and, for the first time ever, she replied: You too!

Jiang Yunzhi was so happy he wanted to keep chatting,

but she didn't seem very interested.

So he carefully tried to give her an easy way out: Did I bother you?

To his surprise, she replied outright: Yes.

Jiang Yunzhi: !

What kind of cruel joke is this?!

Jiang Yunzhi questioned his whole life, racking his brain without ever realizing

the truth was simply that the kid playing on her phone didn't want to type~

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[A short, healing little story. I hope this adult fairy tale brings you some warmth.]

Pre-release novel 2:

Together in Death

The first time Wen Yin met Si Yi, he was wearing a black coat with a blood-red spider lily embroidered at the collar.

He squeezed her throat until she could barely breathe.

Later, she thought it had all been a dream.

The second time she met Si Yi, she was caught in a fierce crisis of self-doubt, unsure what was real and what was fantasy.

She had covered herself from head to toe in talismans,

fearing she might actually be a zombie.

Si Yi emerged from the darkness, lifted the talisman from her forehead, and sighed:

"Since when do zombies need to eat?"

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Wen Yin had always thought Si Yi was a good person.

He guided her forward and taught her spells.

He never seemed to lose his temper.

It seemed that whatever she asked, he was willing to explain.

He was always so upright, so calm and unruffled.

So when Si Yi told Wen Yin that he was cultivating demonic arts, she was completely caught off guard.

"Then why did you guide me in cultivating immortality?" Wen Yin asked.

"Haven't you always wanted to cultivate immortality?" Si Yi replied gently.

Wen Yin fell silent.

Yes, that was how he was.

Always guided by the most rational, objective feelings and judgment.

Always keeping an unfathomable distance from others.

Every relationship meant nothing to him.

He wasn't calm because he lacked a temper, but because he simply didn't care.

So he didn't mind offering advice now and then.

He didn't mind acting kind and gentle.

And, of course, he didn't mind never seeing her again.

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But I thought you were cultivating immortality.

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