EX rank supporting role’s replay in a prestigious school - Chapter 9

When I died I meet with this being who offered me a new chance at life, to actually become someone important and I agreed and was reborn as none other as the First Man.But to think that everything that I ever knew was nothing more than a lie, what am I going to do to survive in such a world?

Chu Feng traveled to a world of global login, where everyone can log in to the heavens and the world.

These registered worlds are all the worlds of animation, movies, TV, and novels that Chu Feng is familiar with.

However, no one dared to log in to the “prehistoric land”, which was regarded as a forbidden place by the global log-in.

Chu Feng, who knew the plot of the prehistoric world, logged in for the first time and chose the prehistoric world to start his supernatural path.

While others are still working hard for a fruit of ability in the sailing world, Chu Feng has become the emperor of the prehistoric human race.

While others were still thinking about how to get the cultivation method in the world of covering the sky, Chu Feng was fighting side by side with Ye Hei to calm down the darkness and turmoil.

Chu Feng: Almighty and omniscient, really cool!

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The Capital’s girls look on with hatred, “ You’re just a country girl without any knowledge. Do you have Cloud Shop’s clothes? Do you have Brilliant Treasure Pavillion’s jewellery? Do you even know how eminent and domineering the famous Yue Wang is?

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”