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Once he traveled through time, Jiang An became the vicious cannon fodder in Shao Xiangwenzhong who was unscrupulous and ended miserably.
An inferior guide who is unable to channel and does not even have a spiritual body.
In order to survive, he must maintain his cannon fodder character. System requirements:
Facing the handsome and sunny male god, he must use his love brain to chase and intercept the passionate confession.
Facing the powerful and noble Crown Prince, he must show off his beauty, throw himself into his arms, and be courteous in order to become the Crown Princess as soon as possible.
In the face of the cold-faced and venomous instructor, he deliberately contradicted and acted as a thorn in the instructor's special consideration.
In the face of the gentle little white flower protagonist Shou, he belittles and spreads rumors and becomes the king of the mountain in the dormitory.
As the protagonists who are doted on by the author, all of them are powerful S-class sentinels, and their spiritual bodies are also extraordinary beings at the top of the food chain.
Jiang An pretended to be strong and sobbed softly while holding the D-level test report. He was weak, pitiful and helpless: Am I really not going to be beaten to pieces with one punch?
He conscientiously played the role of the sticky candy that is hated by humans and dogs, and used all his strength to hold back the protagonist.
Seeing the tragic ending of imprisonment, intimidation, and headshots getting closer and closer, I was thinking about how to escape, but I didn't expect that the ultimate revenge of the proud ones would come in advance!
Jiang An was pressed against the door panel by his senior. The hem of his white sweater was gently lifted up by the sharp-jointed fingers, and the blue and purple traces were exposed inch by inch in the cool air...
"Look, how beautiful..."
With their foreheads touching each other in the forcibly locked elevator, the Crown Prince of the group patiently guided Jiang An to breathe, and his knuckles wrapped in black gloves squeezed into the gaps of the tactical belt without any bias.
"Crying?"
His wrist was tightly grasped by the instructor, and the calloused fingertips covered his hand holding the gun. The force was irresistible and he pulled the barrel of the gun against the corner of his slightly raised lips: "Why are you shaking?"
#Stupid little goblin jumps repeatedly on the edge of death#
#HIGH PROBABILITY NOT A NORMAL PERSON#
Purpose: A good fairy who abides by the law
