MTL - The Promotion Record of A Crown Princess - Chapter 107 Oh, I am happy with you! (9)

Before she met the system, Bai Yu always thought that she was a girl who was incomparably innocent who can’t understand.

After encountering the system, she dragged the sour and tired body day and night, greeting the system and the man for a thousand lives and 10,000 times.

– The final conclusion is that the body is fragile, and it need to be cherished.

This is a story of being crushed by one male after another.

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So called ‘gods’ neither want nor desire anything. They’ve seen through the vanity of the mortal world and are outstanding amongst all living beings.

After being betrayed and murdered by his lover of 11 years, “Heavenly King” Qi Wenyuan is reborn as the entertainment circle’s number one vase, Lin Xi.  Good and evil will each meet their due according to natural laws. Those who doubt, raise their heads: who will the Heavens spare!

But…the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Heavenly King Qi, have you really not noticed a certain man…behind you?

He’s the only God of Show Business, the one who’s been secretly in love with its Heavenly King for years. After a certain Heavenly King’s rebirth, he’s finally (?) fulfilling his aspirations for romantic love. From then on, the great deity found himself a partner, leaving the entertainment circles with no god.

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Ling Lang is thirty-two years old and an A list movie star. He is also the youngest to become the king of the silver screen. Known for having a cold and aloof disposition, people nicknamed him king iceberg of the silver screen. His biggest secret? He is a masochist down to his very bones.

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Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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