JJWXC catalogue
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From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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I Went Viral Across the Galaxy with My Ghost Stories 我靠写鬼故事爆红全星际
[Sweet and gentle on the surface, but secretly sly and always in control, a beautiful, lazy Omega × A bratty, roguishly handsome punk on the surface, but actually a considerate genius artist, an Alpha] (Reader comments are open. The main story is complete, and extra chapters will be posted whenever inspiration strikes. Leave a review.) Shen Zhaoling was begging for alms on a pedestrian overpass when, in the blink of an eye, he discovered he had transmigrated to the interstellar age! He had bec
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The Darkness of White Night 白夜之黯
[Entire novel free, no paid chapters. A short to medium-length story.] -- When Zhou Zian was in his first year of high school, his father killed his mother. He became an orphan overnight, but fortunately, Bai Ye's father took him in. Bai Ye had eyes like black grapes after rain and smelled wonderful. He took Zhou Zian's bloodied hand and called him "Brother Zian." From that moment on, Zhou Zian spent seven years secretly in love with Bai Ye. -- Seven years later, Bai Ye is imprisoned by Zh
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I Make Chinese Films in the Stars 我在星际拍华夏电影
[Film Art · Traditional Culture · Soulmates] Will the Central Plains open its eyes to the world? No. This time, I'll make the world open its eyes to the Central Plains! Mo Nan has just graduated from the directing program at the Beijing Film Academy when, in the blink of an eye, he transmigrates to the interstellar era! A time migrant, he has slipped through a crack in Blue Star's timeline. He's also a professional film critic with a sharp tongue. Mo Nan: This movie is absolute garbage. Audie
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Paper Doll Wedding Dress [Infinite] 纸人嫁衣[无限]
[Chinese-Style Horror] [Traditional Folk Customs] [Horror Escape] The shou had cancer and was on the brink of death. That day, he saw ten blood-red coffins beside his hospital bed. Ten coffins, ten instances. He would enter a different world by lying in a different coffin. What lay at the end of the coffins? There was only one thing he had to do: find the coffin in each instance and escape through the path to survival. The gong and shou are both ordinary people. No golden fingers, no livestr
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He Pretended to Be Drunk to Kiss Me 他假借醉意来吻我
The first time I met Mu, we were enemies. I belonged to the Weeping Mask, while he belonged to Divine Dawn. They were two hostile organizations, bound to be irreconcilable! But that night, he pretended to be drunk and kissed me. Theme: A plum tree stands before the white jade hall. For whom do its blossoms fall, and for whom do they bloom?
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Let's Play Turtle Soup! [Interactive Game] 一起来玩海龟汤吧[互动游戏]
Click in, you, the reader, are about to play a Turtle Soup game with me, the author! ★ Rules of the Turtle Soup game: The question setter gives an incomplete story, and the guessers ask questions about any possibilities they can think of. The question setter can answer only with "Yes," "No," or "Irrelevant." The guessers must therefore use the limited clues to deduce what happened, piecing together the complete story through questions with restricted answers. Theme: Exploring the many forms
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The Tangdi Little Circle 棠棣小团
Wen Yan first meets Xie Heng in an alley outside a psychiatric hospital. He's crouched on the ground picking up a medicine box, his eyes red at the corners and two pimples on the back of his neck. Xie Heng watches him for three seconds, then bends down and leaves a business card by his feet. Later, Wen Yan starts selling red roses on a street corner. Five yuan a stem. When they wilt, he packs up for the day. Xie Heng passes that street every night. "Short on money?" "No. My dad's medication
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Swallowing the Mist 吞雾
The mist never lifts from Snow Listening Pavilion. Liu Yuan returned from the back mountain with a basket of honeysuckle vines, mud still clinging to their roots. Steam rose from the pool in the side courtyard, and water sloshed in slow, steady waves. “Come here.” Liu Qingci didn't turn around. He held out a wooden ladle. Liu Yuan reached to take it, brushing his knuckles. Cold. “Grind these up and put them on your shoulder.” The vine bark was crushed in the stone mortar, oozing green juice.
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Blue Eyes 蓝眼睛
[This work is fictional. All characters, events, and organizations are literary creations and do not reflect reality. It contains no commentary on real history.] [Content warning: This work contains depictions of death, psychological trauma, revenge, and power struggles. Everything is in service of the story. Please read with care.] 1928. Shanghai. She had blue eyes. Her mother died. Hui died, too. Her father married Han Li. Han Li smiled at her. Han Li was kind to her. She remembered everyt
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