JJWXC catalogue
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Those Who Cry Get Candy (Quick Transmigration) 会哭的人有糖吃（快穿）
New no-CP novel [Beautiful, Strong, and Tragic Human Player] is now available. Come give it a try! Novel blurb: Ning Qingning is a newly born God of Desire, wanton and free, bound by no rules. Yet in parallel worlds, his counterparts are all people who grit their teeth and swallow their pain, vividly demonstrating what it means when people say, "Those who don't cry don't get candy." One pitiful little soul after another came looking for Ning Qingning. Ning Qingning: Whatever. I'll handle it.
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The Tragic Human Player 美强惨人类玩家
The grand stage of planetary ascension is open. If you've got a life to spare, come on in. The audience watches live and votes at any time. Winners advance. The dead cannot be revived. Zhong Zi gave a faint smile, certain of victory. Across eight rounds, he is always the Victor. /// Round One [Character Card: Hidden Blade]: You are a member of Organization X, codenamed [Heavy], the boss's closest [Hidden Blade] and most loyal hound. Ending achieved: [Between Black and White]: A lackey? A traitor
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Three-Year-Old Miao Miao’s Travels (Quick Transmigration) 三岁淼淼流浪记（快穿）
A heartwarming story about a beloved little kid. Three-year-old Miao Miao wakes up one day to find that he has left his original world. Alone and bewildered, with no parents, he sets off on a journey of wandering and encounters one loving person after another. World One: Before they find little Miao Miao, the rural parents, rejected by their golden-boy son, spend every day in tears, muttering about the son who never comes home. But when the golden boy finally deigns to return to the countrys
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The Evening Breeze Dies at the Desk 晚风止于课桌
A long, secret campus crush that no one knew about. From her window-side seat in her sophomore year, Lin Wan stole countless glances at Jiang Yu, sitting diagonally ahead of her, hiding her fluttering heart in drafts, bookmarks made from camphor leaf veins, and the last rays of countless dusks. She edged closer, carefully, time and again, only for one misunderstanding after another to keep them apart. Separated by two cities, one in the north and one in the south, they grew through their own liv
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