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[Host, congratulations, you have bound the melon-eating system. ] [What's the use?] [You can eat melon. ] [6. ] [Host, failure to complete the task will trigger a lottery penalty. ] [What is the lottery penalty?] [It's just random punishment. ] ... [Host, the melon value of the task is too low, triggering a penalty. Ding, the draw is successful. Congratulations to the host for drawing a card that must be crooked. ] [Your uncle's ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm guaranteed!] ... This is a story about a melon-eating system that binds a girl and takes the girl to eat melon happily. The melon-eating object is inspired by reality. If there are any similarities, the melon-eating team reserves the right of final interpretation.

There are all kinds of life, indescribable ups and downs, my story is very long, there are joys and sorrows every day, this is a real and ordinary life!

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The relationship between loneliness and depression like swimming and drowning

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Some random, wild, or scary ideas in daily life become interesting stories in the book. [All chapters have been written so far. This kind of thing needs inspiration, so I will update it as the occasion demands. ] (Please don't troll, just write whatever you want, that's the level of it.)

Lu Zhe, twenty-five years old, an ordinary social worker, whose life motto is: endure it if you can, and endure it no longer. Until that day he got on the K1024 train. No seat ticket, nine hours, carriage connection. A thick-skinned uncle was smoking next to him, and all the smoke was blowing in his face. Lu Zhe was so aggrieved that he was about to stand in a different place-- There was a sudden "ding" in my head. [Emotional Value System] is activated. Other people's systems make you stronger, handsome and rich, but Lu Zhe's system tells him: all your frustration, irritability, embarrassment, and social inadequacy can be converted into money. Novice mission: Run away from the smoking uncle in disgust. Lu Zhe faced the direction of the trash can and let out an earth-shattering cry - "Hoo - tui!!!" The uncle is gone. System reward: 108.8 Yuan, plus passive skill [Copper Intestine and Iron Stomach]. From that day on, Lu Zhe's life went in a strange direction-- Someone farted on the train. He took a deep breath and said, "Ah, it smells so good. One more." Someone was squatting and smoking in the company toilet. He opened the door and went in: "Brother, squeeze in." When I met a strange man on a blind date, he performed "possessed by his ancestors" on the spot, scaring the other person into paying the bill and running away. There are more and more system rewards: super swallowing reflex, following the rules of speech (weak), social death halo, reverse PUA mastery...

Ordinary people, we often experience life journeys that others cannot understand and imagine. Is it chance, coincidence, or a well-planned conspiracy. But that year, when I looked up, I saw the blue sky. Such clear blue, unforgettable. Unfortunately, the story seemed to have come to an end at the moment they reunited.

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Here are the joys and sorrows of a young man, the people he met, and the things he saw, whether ordinary or ups and downs, written down one by one at the table in those ordinary afternoons, picking up the forgotten and fuzzy thoughts and hiding them in the horizontal twists and turns of the Chinese characters. You can read it during your leisure time in the afternoon, or when you have trouble sleeping late at night. Reading these stories, which may be immature but real enough, will make you feel that the cicadas are no longer noisy and that you are no longer lonely late at night. May the words written by my clumsy pen flow smoothly, and I wish you a bright future.

When exhaustion becomes the norm, a mysterious virus brings a "just cause" - collective hibernation. Stocking up, sleeping peacefully, and dreaming, people unload all their burdens in deep sleep, and meet their inner desires and fears in their dreams. Spring awakens and everything is new, but behind this gentle rest lies the kindness and regret of a scientist.

A story about the border residents of the Northern Song Dynasty

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I woke up in a locked study with a knife in my hand and a female corpse lying next to me. The cell phone displayed: The murderer--Chen Mo. The police knocked on the door and I thought I was dead. But the next second, the corpse got up, destroyed the evidence, and said lightly to the air: "The murderer's personality was successfully activated." Only then did I realize that this was not a murder, but a hunt. I am not a murderer, I am a scavenger. But before I could react, the world collapsed again-- There are no traitors, no missions, and no teammates. We are just food for space. I thought I was consciousness, but found that I was space itself. I thought I was the master of the system, but found out that I was a child who had been dead for thirty years. I thought I could save everyone and return to reality, but I found: Reality has long been extinct in the apocalypse. Containment sites are the last way for humans to survive. To go home is to die. Seven layers of reversal, no peeing spots throughout the process. Every time the truth is revealed, it pushes me deeper into the abyss. The first level you see, the second level, the third level... It's all lies.

This book is written for you who are growing up, and also for myself. There are no great truths one after another here, only real life word by word. There is a person, a dog, and some unfinished stories - they are about growing up, about companionship, and about the little things we all encounter. If you are walking a bit tired, I hope these words can be like lights on the roadside, not dazzling, but just enough for you to see your feet clearly. I won't tell you how to live, I just want you to know: someone will be with you along the way. If you happen to open it - thank you. Let's take our time.

I am a drop of rain, living in warm and soft clouds. Until that day, I met her - a snow from the north. Lao Yun said that rain and snow should not meet: If you warm me, I will melt; if I cold you, you will freeze. We are opposites in nature and should not be close by nature. But I still drifted towards her. We embraced each other as we fell, becoming the most special sleet in the world. It's not hesitation, it's courage. It's not a mistake, it's a choice. From then on, every time it rained and snowed, It's all me looking for you.

Underground boxing ring fighter\u002F Hardware store owner^ Miss Jiang Mansion\u002F News reporter In his thirties, single. Wearing those clothes all year round, the cuffs are always rolled up to the elbows, revealing two strong forearms, with smooth and solid muscle lines, showing the energy gained from years of physical work. His skin is a healthy wheat color, and there is a shallow old scar on the bridge of his nose. It is not obvious unless you look closely, but it adds a sense of toughness to the face that was originally a bit too upright. At night, he is the "Brother Fei" of the underground boxing ring. He is like a silent beast in the ring, punching fiercely and using fighting to vent the depression in his heart. His life was split into two halves, half of which was the daily life of fireworks, and the other half of which was the bloody fighting, and he was always able to balance these two identities very well. The heroine's baby: Jiang Wan Ning (Wan Ning\u002F Ning Ning) Her pupils were as bright as stars immersed in a cold pool, and the ends of her eyes were slightly raised, but there was no hint of sharp charm. Instead, they were like the wind blowing across the lake when the snow melted in early spring, clear and a little careless and wild. Her skin color is a cool porcelain white, not sickly pale, but a healthy, cool white that comes from having been writing at a desk all year round and not exposed to much sunlight. The color of her lips looks like rose petals stained with morning dew. When she smiles, the ends of her eyes will curve into shallow arcs, and the pear dimples will form a small dimple on one side of her cheeks. She clearly looks like a girl, but she has a youthful agility, like a white shirt swaying in the wind, clean and fresh. A college graduate in the 1980s and 1990s, with excellent tutoring and personality. He works for a newspaper as an editor and reporter. He not only runs news but also ghostwrites letters for others. I prefer white roses and puppies, gentle and sharp.

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On a winter evening, with a biting cold wind, Grandma Lin, who lived alone in an old house on the edge of the town, was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door. At the door was the lost little boy Yangyang. Grandma Lin hurriedly welcomed him into the house to keep him warm and find a way to contact his family. After searching for someone through the radio, Yangyang's parents found him and were extremely grateful. After watching the Yangyang family go away, Grandma Lin returned to the rocking chair. Her kindness and care were like a bright light, warming the cold night and people's hearts.

"Sai Yin" is a realistic literary novel with a fable quality. It starts a journey of atonement from the perspective of an old woman, Yu, and her soul goes back to her virginity. It explores the town of Sai Yin forty years ago from the perspective of a young girl, Yu. There are thirteen coffins buried in the cemetery hidden under the wardrobe. The thirteen people sleeping here are the only way for her to atone for her sins. Thirteen coffins are silent, exploring the truth from thirteen perspectives. The end of atonement is also the entrance to the truth.

A real-life novel about the concept of quanta

The bottom student in the school awakens the almighty top student system, crushes top top students in exams, seduces the school beauty, and pretends all the way to graduation. It's so exciting!

Must read before reading: I write a new article on a whim, and it is expected that no one will read it soon. The content is purely fictitious, and the writing is not good, so I just wrote it for fun. Free articles, practice writing, just take a look.

Welcome to my university life~~~~

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Solving crimes + criminal system + refreshing articles + no cp] Su Wan, a private detective who solves crimes, is transformed into an adventure anchor. She opens her eyes and broadcasts live at the scene of the crime. She was too poor and was tempted by the five carnivals to step into the old house. What she didn't expect was that when she opened the door of the old house, there was a fragment of the people inside, and she accidentally awakened the criminal system. Committed to justice, she did not choose to turn a blind eye, but resolutely reported the case to the police. Su Wan, who originally thought it was just an accident, became involved with the police station because of this incident. When she thought she had parted ways with the police, she called the police again the next day because the bathroom at home smelled bad. Just a simple odor was implicated in a case of murder and dismemberment. From then on, Su Wan seemed to have an unspeakable relationship with the police station. She is an adventure anchor and a frequent visitor to the police station. She has a criminal system, but she became the leader of the task force.

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Kirishima Post Office,

The "Green Plums Turn into Wine" series tells the story of the fate of three generations born out of love and intertwined by secrets. Going back in time, An Zeping, An's eldest son, faked his death for love and lived in seclusion in the countryside with Long Yuwei, a former mercenary; their best friends Xiao Fei and Yun Xiang guarded their forbidden love in the confrontation between light and darkness. The grievances and choices of the previous generation quietly paved a completely different life path for the next generation. Their children-Li Long, Gao Li, and Yu Anan-grew up at the intersection of light and shadow. Li Long bears the trauma of the battlefield, but when he reunites with the girl Zhu Kexin he rescued, he gradually learns to embrace fragility and tenderness; Gao Li and Yun Shu, a pair of rational souls bound by family marriage, walk side by side in shopping malls and secret battles, and learn to read each other's heartbeats in restraint; and Yu An'an and Fang Yun, who grew up together, one is as bright as the sun, the other is as calm as a plant. Over time, the friendship between childhood sweethearts has turned into an unspoken affection. This is a story about protection, healing and choice. Whether they are regaining peace in a rural farm, fighting side by side in the machinations of a wealthy family, or confirming true love in the quiet time, it is always the ultimate answer for them to break fate and go out of their own way. "Green Plums Turn into Wine" pays homage to the past that is entangled in secrets, and more importantly, to the sincerity that blooms in the past.

Longing for love

Things in life are so ups and downs, and they are often more exciting than the stories in novels!

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She sent many emojis, including cute ones, funny ones, and spanking ones. She always uses emojis that saturate the screen and pushes what she wants to say to the top of the chat box. Like a little beast that is afraid of getting hurt, she hides her sincerity behind jokes, for fear of putting pressure on me, fearing that I will see it, and fearing that I will not be able to see it. Then those emoticons finally ran out. The last message she sent was a curse word mixed with anger and desperation.

My parents died young, leaving behind their old house and a piece of land. I returned to my hometown to build a house, but my second uncle Li Jianguo, who was the village chief, advised me with "kindness": "Dayang, your land is not in a good location, why not sell it to the village, and my second uncle will give you a good price." I refused. The next day, his family started construction on the only part of my land that leads to the road and built a high wall. I came to inquire, and he held a cigarette in his mouth and said slowly: "Oh, the village plans to build a public toilet here." When I applied to build a house, he took the planning map and pointed at the blocked land and told me to give up a three-meter-wide road "free of charge" to use as a passage for "public toilets". I looked at his proud face and nodded. The next day, instead of digging the foundation, I applied for a "New Agricultural Demonstration Site" and directly dug a 100-meter-long deep pit in the ground to build a modern fish pond.

Deliberately do it, cultivate it as a result

Seven days before the college entrance examination, I received a photo of my future. In the photo, I was covered in blood, holding a knife in my hand, and the body of the invigilator lay at my feet. My mother took one look at it, didn't cry, and rushed directly into the kitchen to sharpen the kitchen knife:\

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In my previous life, I was framed by my best friend White Lotus. The whole network was blackmailed, blocked, and finally died tragically at the press conference. Once I was reborn, I went back to the day when I was most violently bullied online. Crying to clarify? Selling misery to win sympathy? Sorry, no more acting! Start a live broadcast, show the evidence, tear the white lotus with your hands, and become a god on the spot! Netizens were shocked: It turns out that she was the one who was wrongly accused! From then on, there was a crazy beauty in domestic entertainment who acted badly but became famous. No pretense, no tolerance, no compromise. I want to get back everything I owe you! In this life, I want to reach the top, and no one can stop me!

The blind doctor breaks the attachment to the eyes, the piano player removes ear demons, the painting sage resolves the confusion of color, and the bodyguard breaks the barriers of movement... From the attachments of eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind to the attachments of voidness, life and death, and ignorance, each obsession corresponds to a hearty counterattack. There are no obscure terms, only fireworks in the world: drinking tea in a teahouse and discussing Taoism, slaying demons and breaking illusions in the mountains, and doing good deeds in the market to achieve enlightenment. It has both warmth and warmth of human nature, as well as clear Zen principles. There is no boring preaching, and each chapter has a highlight. You can laugh until you laugh while reading the story, and at the same time, you can unknowingly understand the core of "Surangama" - it turns out that enlightenment does not have to be hard work, and life is full of Zen opportunities. It is easy to read, and the more you read, the better you get!

Introduction: I have been in love with you my whole youth in the backlight of the playground. From a secret love that dare not be revealed to a desperate love, I opened my heart and soul and was brave enough to hold nothing back. I took ninety-nine steps towards you, What awaited was silence, alienation, and indifference. It turned out that there was some excitement, but it was destined to fail from the beginning. My bravery, my affection, my joy, All worthless. In the backlight, I ran to you desperately. This time, I left the stage in embarrassment with a broken heart. Don't look back, don't look forward to it.

That is to say, Mi Jun's daily writing life. Talking about every moment of realization.

The little bedtime stories the Big Bad Wolf tells Little Bunny every night include sweetness, arguments, and firm determination not to do anything...

Prose poetry rhymes playfully Literati and poets recited string music and applauded Geometry of life The clouds of thorns are gone culture passed on Persistence is victory

Since birth, I have been a chess piece at the mercy of others. My life and death have never been my own choice. They all wanted me to go on the chessboard and kill everyone, but they never asked me if I was willing.

"Jiang Yu, I hope I won't have any regrets, do you understand?" "Oh, hope, it's okay if it's shattered. Our story needs an end, right? I can just bring it to an end with my own hands, you're welcome."