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Books by 衔澪
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JJWXC books matched on the author's name.
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Universally Hated, but a Slow-Witted, Honest Man 万人嫌，但迟钝老实人
[This is a cheesy story. Please leave your brain in the comments under the first paragraph of Chapter One.] Li Ji awakens one day and discovers he is the despised real son and universally hated cannon fodder in the showbiz novel Starry Beauty, existing as a contrast to the beloved fake young master, Shen Qingdu. In the original story, he is about to get flamed by the entire internet on a reality show where contestants trade lives, be scorned by his parents, and be adopted as their foster son. T
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Max-Level Expert Transmigrates Into a Pitiful Korean High Schooler 满级大佬穿成韩高小可怜
Liu Jing was once a treacherous official of the Joseon Dynasty, hated by everyone and known for holding grudges. After a cup of poisoned wine, he transmigrated into a modern Korean BL novel with an adults-only rating, becoming a cannon-fodder character who shared his name. He was bound to a Punishment System. The story is set at an aristocratic school in Cheongun-dong, Seoul. On the surface, it is a prestigious old-fashioned public school, regarded as a cradle for the powerful. In reality, it
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A Beautiful NPC's Photography Journal 美人NPC摄影手札
Feng Xingqun transmigrates into a survival novel with an ensemble cast and an infinite-flow setting, becoming a beautiful cannon-fodder character. The beautiful cannon fodder is shallow and noisy, with nothing but looks to offer. They die early on, serving as the System's first warning to disobedient players. Until the dead Feng Xingqun appears before them again. With a camera, in the role of an NPC. In an infinite-flow world, danger lurks everywhere. A delicate beauty tries to bewitch an ev
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The Beautiful NPC's Daily Security Work 美人NPC安保日常
Xia Lian has graduated from college. He currently works as a residential community security guard while studying for the civil service exam. The desk phone rang. He had just finished writing an essay question when he picked up. The voice on the other end was like cold fog that had lingered too long, damp and low, mixed with the sound of insect legs rubbing dry shells, feelers waving, and something tapping against a window, rustling without pause. The man's voice sounded a little aggrieved. "The
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