Reborn As the School Hunk's Dearest Daughter - Chapter 6 - : Moving Bricks to Provide for You (III)

Lawyer Jiang got planted, lost the lawsuit, and was kidnapped home.
The abduction was abducted, and the defendant also took her to obtain a certificate, intending to occupy her life.
Jiang Wu: I was thinking about how to dig your corner, but you are thinking about this?
Shen Mu: It’s still early, why don’t we think about something embarrassing?

Reporter: How did the two of you decide to become partners with each other and stay together for the rest of your life?
Jiang Wu: After three rounds of drinking, I fell in love overnight.
Shen Mu: Yes, so superficial, I like it~\(≧▽≦)/~

President Gong VS Divorce Lawyer
1V1, sweet text

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Anyone who could construct a stable Spell Model could become a Wizard — that was the Wizards’ ultimate secret! Having been given a new life as the son of an aristocrat and armed with a super quantum computer from his past life, Spell Models came as easily as breathing to Merlin. With this overwhelmingly huge advantage, would Merlin become the greatest Grand Wizard of all time?

As he woke up, Wei Xuan realized he returned to the day when the apocalypse had just begun. Wei Xuan, who had a second chance at life, immediately decided: not to go to a survivor base, and not to return to human society, instead, there is only one thing he wants to do now. Find the half-zombie Du Hang, and live with him in the city full of zombies, farming and living together until old age. Wei Xuan, who stayed in the zombie city after being reborn, unexpectedly found out that zombies are not as terrible as humans think…

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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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