Fruit Store's Bottle

This is a hot-blooded story.
This is a story of growth.
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Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase.
Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue!
Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil.
Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant!
In reality—
Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"!
The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!"
"Deal!"
The gavel came down.
Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor.
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This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast!
This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred?
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We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat;
We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood.
——Mo Shangjun
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[The Chapter of Passion]
"Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier."
——What is your belief?
——You.

How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

The moment Mo Shangjun entered the door, all ten of them came fully into view.


Ten people were lined up in two rows, standing in the aisle between beds, heads up and chests out, standing at attention.


As the door opened, Mo Shangjun received their saluting gaze.


Ten pairs of eyes shot towards her simultaneously, the invisible force hitting her face was enough to instantly dissolve any casualness in Mo Shangjun.


Her expression grew a few degrees more solemn as Mo Shangjun walked a few steps inside, her sharp gaze sweeping over them, the whole class didn't dare to even breathe heavily.


"Who is the squad leader?" Mo Shangjun asked.


The first one on the right shouted toward Mo Shangjun properly.


"Go to the other dormitories and gather the new recruits in the hallway, remember to bring stools," Mo Shangjun ordered sternly.


020, who wants to compete with me? _1