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

Zhu Wenwen stood on the digital scale, staring in surprise at the stable numbers, then looked at the person in the mirror, her heart filled with amazement!


"Lou Ning, Lou Ning, look, I think I really lost weight! Did I? I actually lost three pounds just like that, without even feeling any pain... Pinch me, am I dreaming?!"


Zhu Wenwen spoke incoherently, very excited.


It was no wonder she reacted this way—who wouldn't want to be less tall and thin if they could? But her body naturally tended this way; even drinking cold water seemed to add weight, and she had tried everything from dieting and acupuncture to exercise, all to no avail, until she had given up.


Whether she tried to lose weight or not, it remained the same—not fat, not thin, always one hundred forty-five.


Chapter 4 Jatadhara