Ugly up to the Depths of My Soul

“You are going to be my first wife!” Huang Xiaolong explained to Song Yuru, moments after they had met on the train. "You quack!" A man to the side harrumphed, neither he nor Song Yuru were amused by the statement. Little did they know that this hillbilly from the mountains had a few tricks up his sleeves and a handsome face to make up for his awful sense of fashion. With three missions in mind- earn lots of money, get a wife (or a dozen), and get a university degree, Huang Xiaolong was about to take Coast City by storm!

The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine

The crowd beneath the stage suddenly fell quiet.


Without exaggeration, remembering 30 patterns in a minute already made one superhuman, but 50? That would require an actual superhero.


"Oh?" Ma Tianxiao's pupil's contracted as he stared at Huang Xiaolong, searching for any hint of falter.


Huang Xiaolong, however, maintained an innocent expression, completely unruffled. His badly patched shirt reflected the stage light, making him look incredibly out of place.


'Damn it, the Asian Memory Championship record is only 47 patterns remembered in a minute, and that record was expected to remain unbeaten for a long time... Is this country boy trying to bluff me? What a crafty little peasant.'


Chapter 22: Return with Full Load