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

Mo Shangjun, personally inspecting the dormitory for the first time, had near draconian requirements for their upkeep.


She inspected each dormitory one by one.


During the inspection, any communication between dormitories was strictly prohibited.


As expected, once she had finished her inspection, everyone had done push-ups, more or less.


"Notify everyone, there will be a surprise inspection of the dorms tonight."


Upon exiting the last dormitory, Mo Shangjun dusted off her hands and charged Zhang Zheng, standing in a row, with her orders.


"Go have your meal," Mo Shangjun ordered indifferently.


Once again, Zhang Zheng responded, his tone and manner unchanged.


Mo Shangjun shot him a glance and, with a dormitory check-in sheet in her hand, strode away with great steps.


When she left, the people from each dormitory emerged, each with a face as bitter as a melon.


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