Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife - Chapter 380 Son, Don’t Think About Surpassing Your Father (9)

[May I ask what is the method to distinguish the sex of Thunder Mouse? ]
[What kind of psychedelic beast is Thorn Seahorse? ]
[What is the superpower trick that Lipstick Magneto can learn? ]
The last subject of the college entrance examination, comprehensive science, suddenly became the basic knowledge of Eudemons!
Sitting behind the desk, Chen Qiyue looked blank.
hehehehehe
Looking at the contents of this test paper and the students around him who were busy writing, the corners of Chen Qiyue’s mouth twitched.
He must be dreaming.
Otherwise, the world is crazy!
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Inside the Phantom Beast Breeding House,
“Sir, which one do you want to buy?” the waitress asked weakly.
Chen Qiyue pointed to one of the phantom beast eggs, “I want it!”
“Okay, I’ll take it off for you.”
“Wait! I choose this one!”
Chen Qiyue pointed to another egg.
“Okay, do you want to change it?”
“hold on!”
Receptionist: …
half an hour later,
Chen Qiyue happily embraced the black-and-white Laqiu in his arms, and left with the blue-spotted egg.
The female receptionist suddenly turned pale, her legs became weak, she fell to the ground, and began to cry.
This person is too bad, he deliberately pointed out all these phantom beast eggs.
Chen Qiyue spread his hands, who made my golden finger have to be like this…
Heck, I’m a decent person!

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I possessed a minor character who marries the prince. I’m not thrilled about it. The prince is a scumbag who flirts with the heroine despite being engaged and eventually gets defeated by the original male lead. In the epilogue, all he does is apologize to his fiancée and marry her, with barely a line to his name. Well, his personality is twisted, but at least he’s handsome. And since he’s the third prince, he doesn’t have to shoulder the burden of ruling the kingdom. That’s decent husband material, I suppose. Go ahead, make a fool of yourself. You’re going to marry me anyway. I’ll just sit back and enjoy watching your embarrassing history unfold. “Doris Redfield. Don’t expect me to ask you to dance at this ball. Maybe not at the next one either. Or the one after that.” “Yes, Your Highness. As you wish.” “Even though we’re engaged… wait, what?” “It’s just a joke proposal our parents once tossed around, isn’t it? You don’t need to take it seriously, Your Highness. I’m really fine with it.” “…Is that so? Yes, that’s… fine, right?” Why are you panicking, prince? You started spouting nonsense first. Where’s your conscience? But then, this guy really has the audacity to ask something outrageous. “…Do you, perhaps, have another man?” The guy who flirted with the original heroine is saying this now? Calm down. He’ll regret this later. All I need to do is remain a devoted fiancée until then. “What are you talking about? A woman like me… plain, not beautiful, with a gloomy personality, what man would even—” “What? Who dared to say that about you?” …You did, in the original story. This guy is acting weird. But he’s not the only problem. “My dear little sister Doris, that dress you’re wearing today is dreadful. No wonder there are rumors His Highness has abandoned you.” “Well, it can’t be helped. His Highness is too good for me anyway.” “…Hold on. Too good? Who said that? Wait, were you really dumped?” The original villainess, who also happens to be my older sister, Natalie, is suddenly interested in my love life. Why are all the original tr*shy characters growling at each other over me now?!

In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”

The world had changed when the System arrived, alongside the Cataclysm that filled the world with monsters. The technology was gone, replaced by classes and skills that allowed the people to fight back. When Devon ended up as a Blacksmith, a class that didn’t grant Intelligence, he had to face the reality, that his old career that he loved - mathematical sociologist - was over. Instead, he had ended up as yet another discarded member of the production class, overshadowed by the existence of the System Shops to the point of total marginalization. But, what if all he needed was to reapply his scientific thinking to the System...