Harem Tales of a Reincarnated Elf Prince - ex1 Chapter 8

Qiao Shao, who worked hard to stay up all night and study, was first in class — if you count from the bottom.

Zhong Lingling likes Jian Chengxuan, and is low to the core.
For Jane Chengxuan’s sake, Zhong Lingling doesn’t want any dignity, and is willing to be a little stand-in with no name and no distinction.

Until one day, Zhong Lingling suddenly woke up and let go.
Everyone, including Jian Chengxuan, felt that she was playing hard-to-find and would soon be able to return to Jian Chengxuan’s side.

But half a year later—

Jane Chengxuan: Did that Zhong Lingling know wrong? I allowed her to come back.
Assistant: Mr. Jian, Miss Zhong’s Weibo yesterday was still at the bar High, so she might be with the bartender who fell in love at first sight.

Zhong Lingling is a role-player who crosses the company.
In this world, she is the woman who loves the male protagonist and can’t ask for it in the bloody scumbags. She is also the poor sister who loves her illegitimate brother with all her heart, but is robbed of all her family property by the younger brother, and has all the current assets calculated by the central air conditioner. silly girl.

But——this novel is a pit! Zhong Lingling’s mission has been cancelled!
She got a lot of money in compensation and a vacation.

Zhong Lingling: ? ? ? oh oh oh! ! !
Zhong Lingling: Money, wine and handsome man! It’s all mine!
Turning around, the three dog men looked at her with scarlet eyes, their voices trembling: Lingling, I was wrong, please come back!

Zhong Lingling was originally a joke in Kyoto, but overnight, she became a bar queen with a big pole dance on Weibo.
Everyone called her crazy.
Zhong Lingling announced the crazy things that must be done in this life on Weibo:
1. Go bungee jumping, fall from a high platform with a stranger, and experience the feeling of heartbeat.
2. Dive with strangers.
3. Candlelight dinner with strangers.

Netizens:
The next step is to bring a stranger home, isn’t it?

Zhong Lingling’s Weibo has been updated for a long time, and when it was updated again, the style of painting became-

Things to do in this life:
Make the best meal for him
Make the sweetest dessert for him
Take the best pictures for him
Watch the sunrise and sunset with him…

Netizen: …

Jane Chengxuan: ? ? ?
Ruan Xinghe: ? ? ?
Cha Yangrong: ? ? ?

Content tags: Slap in the face, wear the book, Shuangwen, counterattack
Search keywords: protagonist: ┃ supporting role: ┃ other:
One-sentence introduction: I don’t want the ones in the trash can, I have customized ones.
Purpose: When you meet the right one, live in a honeypot every day.

- Description from novelbuddy

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

In the midst of a mall parking lot turned battleground, Korig stands with a crowbar in his hands, blood-stained and bewildered.

Chaos reigns as the world crumbles into a nightmare of undead horrors.

Amid the panic, a digital screen materializes, thrusting Korig into a twisted game of survival.

“Main Objective: Survive the Zombie Apocalypse for an hour.”

“Bonus quest: Kill 100 zombies.”

The countdown begins, and Korig must navigate the terror around him, battling both the flesh-hungry undead and the enigmatic rules of a malevolent system.

As time slips away, Korig's past and present collide, revealing secrets that could be the key to his survival.

Will he conquer the unholy countdown, or become another victim in this relentless System Mania?

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