JJWXC catalogue
Books by Wen Yi Er
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From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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Shipping Couples All the Way to the Center Stage 磕cp磕到c位出道
[New story available for preorders: "Hello, Can I Be Buried in Your Grave?" Please add it to your collection and save the author QAQ] [Blurb] The hopeless fox spirit Hu Hu is obsessed with an obscure boy band whose name is just as obscure as his. The three-member band has no resources, no traffic, and only three thousand fans across the internet. Half of them joined because a membership came with a free subscription. The struggling agency decides to go all in and send the trio to a survival sho
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The Fragrant Candle Shop 风味香烛店
[My upcoming novel, Hello, Could You Bury Me in Your Grave? Add it to your favorites for a little joy~] [Synopsis] Hong Yao is a terracotta figurine, one of the burial figurines in the tomb of a notorious tyrant and incompetent ruler from a fallen dynasty. There are eighteen thousand others like him. Unfortunately, figurines may share a tomb but not a fate. His former companions from that burial pit now live in luxurious, temperature- and humidity-controlled display cases in museums, while some
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The Patriarch's Blessing 祖师爷赏饭吃
[Coming Soon: Please Add "I'm Done Being Human" to Your Reading List. Feel free to visit the author's page and save it for a little joy!] [Synopsis] During graduation season, Zhou Yiran woke up one morning with a whole set of supernatural skills bestowed upon him in a dream. He had mastered them without a teacher, and the moment he stepped into this new world, all his career plans went out the window. Zhou Yiran: No need to look for a job anymore. I'm so happy. Learn skills through dreams. How
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Surviving the Pairing Wars Is No Easy Feat 今天也在拉郎修罗场艰难求生
[Please add my next book, Hello, Can I Bury You in Your Grave?, to your reading list. Sending love!] [Blurb] Lu Zhinan is a third-tier actor in the Chinese entertainment industry, a cheap brick used to build walls in the film and television world. After five years in the business, countless shows that became hits while he didn't, and countless breakout roles that still left his own name unknown, he feels he's forged himself a Zen-like heart of reinforced concrete. He watches the industry's infig
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Open the Coffin, Order Takeout 开棺，食外卖
[Please add my next book, Hello, May I Be Buried in Your Grave?, to your collection~] [Blurb:] Qing Bai, who prided himself on being carefree and living for today, spent four years at a prestigious university shut away from the world, waiting to die. After graduating, he became unemployed and lost his place to sleep. Once he'd finished the last steamed corn bun he'd swiped from the school cafeteria, he took a hard look at himself and decided to leave his comfort zone. He wanted a job where he c
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I Don't Want to Be Human Anymore [Quick Transmigration] 不做人啦［快穿］
After working so much overtime that she died suddenly, Mu Juan'er transmigrated into a cat. She'd spent her whole life determined to get ahead, torn between becoming a self-sufficient stray and a pampered pet who did nothing but eat and wait to die. Mu Juan'er decisively chose the latter. After careful selection and a bold bit of shameless mooching, the cat successfully bonded with a high-quality human who would be a long-term meal ticket. She thought life would pass by quickly, but she didn't
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Written as the White Moonlight, Read as the Demon King 写作白月光读作大魔王
Just staking a claim for now Theme: Sincerity in, sincerity out
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Hello, May I Bury You in Your Grave? 你好，请问可以埋你坟里吗
In his previous life, Xie Chenyuan was a notorious scoundrel who betrayed his master and sect, and slaughtered his way through the world of the occult. At long last, he died, only to open his eyes and find himself reborn as a delinquent who was supposed to have drowned. In this new life, the sect he'd once "bullied," "destroyed," and dragged through the mud hadn't fallen into ruin. Instead, it had risen to become the foremost orthodox sect in the occult world, with a flourishing incense trade.
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Raising a Villain in the Apocalypse 我在末世养反派
After twenty years bedridden with illness, he transmigrates into the body of a little girl. The good news: his golden finger is the system from the martial arts game he played in his previous life. The bad news: he played a game about little girls... Fortunately, everything that should be there is there, and everything that shouldn't be is missing. At first, Wen Chi thinks he has transmigrated into a martial arts world. But on the tenth day of working hard to level up, a little villain falls f
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Seeking Fragrance, Falling Deep in the Dust 寻香同尘深深落
Along the lantern-lit path, flowers filled the air. In the glow of the setting sun, the scene was so beautiful it made one's heart swoon. "The human temple is a place where people come to make wishes. To make a wish, to hope for something, that's what the human heart longs for, isn't it?" "It's nice to have a place that can hold those hopes. Otherwise, how hopeless would you feel?" "Wuyou, do you have any hopes of your own?" I rose onto my toes and whispered in his ear, "My wish is for your
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The Little Bridge and the Flowing Stream 小桥流水人家
You can call me Bai Sanshi, because I was born on Lunar New Year's Eve. I think thirty is a great age: festive and lucky. Premise: Some kinds of happiness don't need love
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The Sunlight Shines In Just Right 暖阳刚好照进来
The breakfast rush was already over, and only a few people were scattered around the shop. We found a corner table and each ordered a bowl of tofu pudding, along with a few youtiao and two small plates of pickles. As I ate, I said, "I'm so jealous of people who can draw. With just lines and colors, you can sketch out an entire world!" He put down his spoon, picked up some shredded pickles with his chopsticks, and tucked them into the hollow center of a youtiao. "I'm jealous of people who write,
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