Fairy Tail: Collapsing Stars - Chapter 341: Oppai? They stopped growing long ago

[Sweet Pet + Book Transmigration + Entertainment Circle + Mind Reading Skills]

Shen Wanwan accidentally transmigrated into a certain domineering president’s novel and became the protagonist’s agreed wife.

As a small money fan who loves money like her life, Shen Wanwan agreed for the sake of money. She thought that as long as she was Mrs. Ji for one year according to the agreement, she would be able to get a divorce with money and live a carefree life.

But he didn’t expect to get the golden finger mind-reading ability by accident, and discovered that the domineering president actually hides a little chatterbox in his heart.

【If this woman treats me like a baby and asks me to stay for dinner, I can’t help but agree…】

[Oh, this dress is so beautiful, I really like it, no, I can’t show it on my face, I can’t make this woman too proud! 】

…

Ji Jinxian originally thought that he just found an agreement wife, and once the agreement was reached, the two of them would be able to break up.

But I didn’t expect to be gradually attracted by this little woman’s every move, and my heart fell unconsciously.

“Wanwan, I have a piece of clothing that I have bought too much, and I will give it to you.” Ji Jinxian pretended to be cold and handed over the couple’s outfit, but in fact he was extremely nervous.

“Wanwan, I have a banquet to attend tonight. I mean, if it’s inconvenient for you, you don’t have to accompany me.”

“Wanwan, I heard from my assistant that there is a popular variety show recently, and it seems that couples are on it together…”

On the surface, Ji Jinxian was as steady as an old dog, but in his heart he shouted countless times: “He wants to go.”

[PS: On the surface, there is a talkative boss VS who listens to the boss every day and tries not to laugh out loud. 】

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“Failed writer. Failed hunter. Failed at life.”Aiden Jus had heard it all before. At twenty-eight, he was a walking reminder of what happened when you failed your mana awakening and spent thirteen years chasing a dream that would never come true. No powers. No future. Just a cramped flat in the UK and a lifetime of rejection letters from publishers who never bothered to read past the first page.But the day Aiden decided to give up on writing—the day he was ready to finally accept a soul-crushing desk job at an editing firm—everything changed.*[You have been chosen by Nabu, God of Literacy and Scribes]**[Skill Acquired: Narrative Embodiment (Divine-Rank)]*The ancient Mesopotamian deity offered Aiden something unprecedented: the power to physically enter any story he writes and gain real abilities from the fictional worlds he creates.*[You have mastered Celestial Blade Art - Skill permanently acquired]**[You have learned Tier-9 Spell: Void Severance - Spell permanently acquired]*Every sword technique mastered, every spell learned, every power gained inside his stories becomes permanently his in the real world. But so does every death trap, overpowered villain, and narrative cruelty he carelessly wrote in moments of frustration.Suddenly, Aiden isn't just a failed writer anymore. While other awakened humans rely on mana cores and dungeon raids, Aiden's strength comes from the worlds born from his imagination—a power that operates outside the traditional hunter system entirely.As rival gods compete for powerful human contractors and ancient ruins promise unimaginable treasures, Aiden must survive the deadly fictional universes he created while building his reputation in a society that once dismissed him as worthless.**From the typewriter to the battlefield, Aiden Jus will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword—as long as you're willing to live through every word you write.**

Born of a great family, world shaking genius.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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