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

"Additionally, if you fail an exam, you're out," said Peng Yuqiu with a clap of his hands, his expression returning to a somewhat friendly demeanor, "let's begin."


As soon as his voice faded, the sound of flipping exam papers and pencils scribbling on paper filled the classroom.


Not a single person dared to make a noise.


Everyone wrote their papers in complete silence.


Among them, Mo Shangjun was a rather unique presence.


Peng Yuqiu watched her more closely, precisely because of this trait.


Because whatever she did, it was hard to believe she was serious.


Even taking a test, she held a leisurely, languid attitude.


With her left hand propping up her chin and her right holding a pen, a casual glance at the paper was all it took for her to start filling in answers, as if she didn't need to think at all.


After watching her for a full ten minutes, she only stopped writing for less than a minute.


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