Thorn Song

This text has no male lead, no romance.
The female lead is slightly timid in the first volume, a bit infatuated in the second, and from the third volume onwards... life seems like a Siberian Husky.
Below is the sequence of volumes, if there are chapters missing, they're probably blocked.
1 Who's best at murder and dismemberment? Look in the suitcase for jackals and wolves.
2 I can handle tutoring, even rocks can be turned to gold.
3 Freshman military training brings tears, Changan loves to eat smoked sausage.
4 A thousand miles of predestined marriage hangs by a thread, whether it's good or bad all depends on fate.
5 My idol is the absolute best, the idol chose me to be their partner.
6 The boss behind the scenes is here, doing whatever they want without logic.
7 Ghost Festival inspiration comes late, helplessly put here.
8 Official advancement and wealth cost a child's life, a good son leaps like a carp over the dragon gate.
9 A trip to the plastic surgery clinic, all the fat is shaken off.
11 Who in the Human World can resist a beauty? Run out of roman numerals, use numbers instead.
11 Turtles may live long, but still dread the end, the characters fear a 404.
12 The local zombie looks handsome, cries out adorably when opening its mouth.
13 One dance captures the city, the beauty of the past fades away.
There's a lot more, too tired to write the summary...

She Can See Ghosts

He Qing's words were gentle and carried a casual sense of guilt; she performed her role as though it wasn't a big deal at all.


But in fact, it wasn't a big deal. It was just a stair handrail, and although it was solid wood, the quality of the wood was average. For the Jiang Family, even the stairs were not made of the best wood. To have someone come and treat it again would cost no more than two or three hundred yuan. These two or three hundred yuan might be a bit of pressure for a poor student, but for everyone present, it really wasn't a big deal.


However, upon hearing this, the old lady immediately put down the hand covering her forehead, stopped huffing and puffing, and repeatedly asked, "Damaged?! How could you just touch it like that! Where is it damaged?! Oh dear, I knew you girl couldn't be up to any good!"


After speaking, she casually tossed her handbag aside and scrambled up the steps, ready to go upstairs for a thorough inspection.


Chapter 11: Break Up