I Still Have a Hundred Days to Live, so I Choose to Play Extreme Sports

There was a book of this type before, but it was unfinished. I hope you won't be unfinished.

The protagonist will live broadcast when doing challenges and extreme sports, so fan nicknames must appear. For example: The doll sister gives away a sports car ✖️1. If there is a big boss who wants to make a guest appearance, please leave your ID below this comment, and the author will add the ID to the book according to the plot.

I finally came across such an interesting book. I'll update it quickly. I want to see the protagonist land on the sun.

Update soon, such an interesting book!

Exploding the sense of existence "Pleiades Star Official's Monster Hunt"

Good reading, support, Chen Shang Jian Tu, please read it!

Good book, good reading, Chen Shang Jian Tu, please read it!

I am also writing a book of this type, so I will support you without any brains.

🎭 Character: A "bystander" chosen by fate, but has to become the protagonist of the era. He is not a hero in the traditional sense - he does not have a passionate youthful spirit, nor does he have a wild declaration of changing his fate against the odds. He is more like a calm chess player, repeatedly deducing before each move, and using disguise and acting skills to fight for his own survival in every crisis. His background is cautious, and every mask he wears is a bargaining chip for his survival - detective, fortune teller, clown, faceless man... He lives his life as a collection of identities, but under the layers of disguise, he always maintains a bottom line: do not turn yourself into a monster. 🎬 Plot: The story begins with the awakening of a dying person - Zhou Mingrui wakes up in a low-rent apartment in a strange world and finds that he has become a college graduate named Klein. The cause of death of the original owner is unknown. The window is filled with Victorian-style gas lights and fog. ✒️ Writing style: He writes horror, never horror directly - "There were footsteps behind the door. It was not one person's, nor two people's. It was countless, overlapping footsteps, but he was the only one in the corridor." With just a few strokes, goosebumps crawled up the spine and back of the head. He writes about sadness and never exaggerates it - "It rained on the day of Captain Dunn Smith's funeral, not too much."

Save 10 people and make 10 West Lake Vinegar Fish to get 10 delicious meals? Probably a bit difficult