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 gave the order, and immediately, all trainees picked up their backpacks and followed their respective groups to leave.


Within a mere minute or two, the training ground that had seemed somewhat crowded and chaotic was now completely empty, leaving not even a piece of trash behind. It was as if people had only passed through without even a brief stay.


Peng Yuqiu crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows playfully at Mo Shangjun.


"You guys..." Mo Shangjun lifted her eyes, her gaze lightly sweeping over them before she finally uttered two words, "Clean up."


A moment later, Duan Zimu touched his nose and earnestly volunteered himself to Mo Shangjun, "I think I can be of some other use."


"Your assistant." Duan Zimu quickly took over the conversation.


Mo Shangjun looked at the excellent sniper with a somewhat mysterious gaze.


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