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The System Says I Love Her, but the Data Is Wrong, Right? Wen Jibai is a social terrorism analyst who lives by data. One day, the Soul Resonance System forcibly informed her that her compatibility with Shi Sheng, the top movie queen, was as high as 99.9%, And they were destined to be an official match. But the skin-picking applet she wrote casually showed that the data had been artificially tampered with, and the original fit was only 12.7%. What's even more outrageous is that Shi Sheng came to the door on his own initiative, and his first words were: 1Favorites6Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Sweet Party A, Don't Run Away The thing Lin You regrets most in her life is When she was trying to get married, she grabbed a passerby and pretended to be her boyfriend. The second thing I regret is It was the next day that she discovered that this person was Party A whom she had scolded in the work group. Chen Wang slowly turned on the projection: "Since you are my girlfriend, you are responsible for this project." The whole company turned green when they saw her. Since then, the two have repeatedly jumped between "acti 1Favorites6Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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After Rebirth, I Overthrew the Scumbag Su Jinyue was crazy about love and stole military talismans for the down-and-out prince Xiao Jamel, married a political enemy, gained infamy, and used her seven years of youth to pave the way for him to ascend to the throne. Then a glass of poisonous wine came. "Your father and brother are dead, and the whole family is dead." The man in a dragon robe held the poisoned wine and smiled gently at her, "I have never loved you from the beginning to the end." The poisonous wine penetrated her intestin —Favorites4Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Ying'an Fire The old tung tree at the entrance of Wutong Lane that had been struck by lightning had a circle of charred black at its roots - the fire at the Ying'an Textile Factory burned here in the autumn of twenty-six years ago. 127 People died that night. No one mentioned them again. Xiao Huaian returned to the shoe repair shop left by his father and inserted the copper key into the keyhole. Three patches of paint were peeled off the iron door, and half a cup of coarse tea on the counter had gone cold —Favorites2Clicks/ch—Nutrition