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

"Zhiqiong, I picked some fruit; Instructor Mo said these are edible," declared the male student with code number 177, extending a handful of bright fruits to Liang Zhiqiong with a nervous yet radiant smile, "For you."


With a hint of annoyance, Liang Zhiqiong frowned without even glancing at the fruits in his hand, "I go by 277."


"277," 177 chuckled, still persistently trying to get on her good side, "Look, I'm 177, isn't that a neat coincidence?"


She had seen people flirt before, but never someone so clueless at it!


After an awkward pause of three seconds, Liang Zhiqiong suddenly smiled at him. That smile sent shockwaves through 177's heart, leaving him dumbstruck for a moment.


Liang Zhiqiong directly took all the red fruits from his hand.


Expressing her thanks in heavily-accented Mandarin, Liang Zhiqiong took a couple of steps forward and called over a few acquaintances.


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