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

Not far in front of the west gate of Ming University stood a tall office building, and on its window upon window, there were clusters of signs for various tutorial classes.


This was the first time He Qing paid attention to it. She and Lu Shaodan were nearly agape as they stared at everything in front of them. Just on one floor alone, there were three dance studios!


Keep in mind, this building was a whopping thirty-two stories tall!


Yu Dandan, looking at the not-yet-open night market below, was equally dumbfounded, "Why are there so many… Which one should I choose?"


He Qing and Lu Shaodan exchanged a glance, "This… this…" 


Having been best friends for two or three years, they could understand each other's thoughts just by looking at each other's gestures. From Lu Shaodan's gaze, He Qing discerned one clear message: Let's go!


Conveniently, she was thinking the same thing.


Chapter 2: Brainwashing