Post-Mythical Era: I don't want to die in the third reincarnation - Chapter 39 - 37 Leaning Towards Tiger Mountain

The king of green tea, Zhao Qingdai, overturned. It turned out that she was just a vicious female supporting role. How arrogant she was when she robbed a man, how tragic she died in the end.
At this point in the development of the plot, she has robbed the heroine’s three boyfriends.
System: Hurry up and blow up the female lead’s favorability, and embark on the road to life!
Zhao Qingdai kicked the scumbag man angrily, crying to the heroine, “Where is green tea, she is clearly my sister’s little bitch~
Du Jingmo has a green plum, which is full of greenery and exudes the fragrance of tea.
One day, Ome changed.
Huan Wen Nuan is attentive, acts like a spoiled child and does not stop, sisters and sisters cry all day long, and they give hugs and hugs when they have nothing to do.
Du Jingmo: This green tea is pretty fragrant?
Zhao Qingdai actually has a secret.
Du Jingmo is the moon favored by the creator.
Also her bright moonlight.
Still her heart is bright.
A cold face and a soft heart

Content tags: Soft spot female supporting system sweet text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhao Qingdai, Du Jingmo ┃ Supporting roles: Gu Cheng, Du Zhong ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: Gold Medal Green Tea Survival Plan
Purpose: face up to yourself and face life bravely

- Description from novelbuddy

Nine disasters are coming, demons are rampant, and human beings are in danger.

Suddenly a new app called “Mini-Games” was added to Lu Fan’s phone.

Every time he passes the game, he gains a new ability.

In a world where disasters become everyday, he decided not to go out with a top suit.

- Description from Qidian

In a world where money and power trumps all, Ahn Soo Ho, A.K.A. Magician, uses his superhuman abilities and his knowledge of the intelligence world to climb to the very top of the totem pole.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”