The Real Rich Daughter is Exposed at a Variety Show - Chapter 3

The world of pokemon is synonymous with young boys and girls going on a journey and facing many challenges.

This story is not like that. This story is about a SI coming into one of the most prominent companions of the pokemon world. Unlike other stories, Brock is already established and has gone on his journey. He's faced challenges and returned home to be other people's challenges. Which, there's a lot more to than most people realise.

Explore an alternate pokemon universe with an expanded cast and more mature ideals through the eyes of Brock, Gym Leader to Pewter City Gym, and family man.

After discovering about her wealthy husband’s affair, she humiliates the adulterous pair on the streets and divorces him the very next morning. Just as everyone anticipates her downfall, she goes on to marry the most brilliant bachelor in the nation whom her unfaithful former husband cannot hold a candle to!

“Aren’t your mother’s legs always hurting? It hasn’t gotten any better despite seeking help from various doctors.”
“How did you know that?”
“Not only do I know why her legs hurt, I can also treat her condition.”
“As long as you can treat my mother, I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I want money.”

After An Xiaoning uses her psychic powers to break the curse of a poltergeist, she earns herself a fortune as well as a perfect man of her dreams.

Don’t be daunted by her psychic powers, for this book isn’t terrifying at all!

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Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

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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