MTL - Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang - Chapter 1118 who is stupid

Having been given a second chance at life, Xu Nianhua trusted no one but herself and swore to live for herself alone. But what did it mean when the good-looking guy with the limp always followed her around?A certain handsome guy, “It means nothing, it's said that happiness lasts long when you follow the one you love!”Tangtang's completed novel: “Rebirth in the '80s: Sweet Wife Enticing” is finished—quality assured!New book preview: After her rebirth, Cheng Yuan suspects her dad had a heart transplant. Her once cold and distant father suddenly dotes on her and becomes a money-making wizard.What's even more bizarre is that she has the same dream every day. In the dream, there's an outrageously handsome guy who just loves to sleep, and she always finds various ways to wake him up.The outrageously handsome guy, “If I ever catch the woman who doesn't let him sleep, I'll definitely teach her a harsh lesson!”Until one day, he met her.Reborn at the end of the '70s, she composes a brand new life.[PS: This book is an alternate history, fully fictional.]

Thomas was an avid fan of the virtual reality game ‘Seeking the Immortal Path’. This game came out of nowhere and took the world by storm. Boasting a hyper-realistic setting where the players can explore infinite possibilities.On one stormy night, Thomas received a notification from the game.[Are you prepared to find out the truth?][Yes] [No]It was a question that ignited his interest. He thought that it was merely a hidden event so he unhesitatingly clicked [Yes]. What he didn’t know at that moment was that this decision would change his life forever.—Fredrinn Firecrown was the heir of a renowned family, but he was an untalented trash with low-grade spirit root. To make himself feel superior, he bullied the commoners and the people with lower status than him.This man was supposed to become the weakest villain according to Thomas’ memories of the game, but he suddenly found himself transmigrating into Fredrinn’s body.Armed with his knowledge as a former top player, follow Fredrinn’s story as he changed everyone’s perception of him all while battling the dangerous magical beasts and martial practitioners of the dangerous cultivation world.

Chen Ran was reborn, back in 2003.

“Ding, congratulations to the host for activating the football manager system.”

“Ding, the system has acquired the British Championship team Crystal Palace Football Club as a novice gift package.”

Chen Ran, who got a football club at the beginning, was not satisfied.

His goals are bigger,

It’s not just about running a club,

That way the layout is too small.

He has already begun to imagine,

In the future, children with football talents will be selected from China, and then brought to the football league with the highest level in the world for training, training and competition.

Fight for the rise of Chinese football!

And the Crystal Palace Club can just do this springboard.

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.