I Can Copy And Evolve Talents - Chapter 58 Lost Boy

Zhong Lingling likes Jian Chengxuan, and is low to the core.
For Jane Chengxuan’s sake, Zhong Lingling doesn’t want any dignity, and is willing to be a little stand-in with no name and no distinction.

Until one day, Zhong Lingling suddenly woke up and let go.
Everyone, including Jian Chengxuan, felt that she was playing hard-to-find and would soon be able to return to Jian Chengxuan’s side.

But half a year later—

Jane Chengxuan: Did that Zhong Lingling know wrong? I allowed her to come back.
Assistant: Mr. Jian, Miss Zhong’s Weibo yesterday was still at the bar High, so she might be with the bartender who fell in love at first sight.

Zhong Lingling is a role-player who crosses the company.
In this world, she is the woman who loves the male protagonist and can’t ask for it in the bloody scumbags. She is also the poor sister who loves her illegitimate brother with all her heart, but is robbed of all her family property by the younger brother, and has all the current assets calculated by the central air conditioner. silly girl.

But——this novel is a pit! Zhong Lingling’s mission has been cancelled!
She got a lot of money in compensation and a vacation.

Zhong Lingling: ? ? ? oh oh oh! ! !
Zhong Lingling: Money, wine and handsome man! It’s all mine!
Turning around, the three dog men looked at her with scarlet eyes, their voices trembling: Lingling, I was wrong, please come back!

Zhong Lingling was originally a joke in Kyoto, but overnight, she became a bar queen with a big pole dance on Weibo.
Everyone called her crazy.
Zhong Lingling announced the crazy things that must be done in this life on Weibo:
1. Go bungee jumping, fall from a high platform with a stranger, and experience the feeling of heartbeat.
2. Dive with strangers.
3. Candlelight dinner with strangers.

Netizens:
The next step is to bring a stranger home, isn’t it?

Zhong Lingling’s Weibo has been updated for a long time, and when it was updated again, the style of painting became-

Things to do in this life:
Make the best meal for him
Make the sweetest dessert for him
Take the best pictures for him
Watch the sunrise and sunset with him…

Netizen: …

Jane Chengxuan: ? ? ?
Ruan Xinghe: ? ? ?
Cha Yangrong: ? ? ?

Content tags: Slap in the face, wear the book, Shuangwen, counterattack
Search keywords: protagonist: ┃ supporting role: ┃ other:
One-sentence introduction: I don’t want the ones in the trash can, I have customized ones.
Purpose: When you meet the right one, live in a honeypot every day.

- Description from novelbuddy

PLEASE ALSO READ THE SEQUEL MY EVIL CROWN PRINCE[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT]Margaret Miller is the only daughter of Benjamin and Catherine Miller. Not known to everyone, she's actually a Princess, her mother is the daughter of the King of Flousia, a small country north east of Japan.Although her father was rich, the king was against the marriage of her parents and stripped off her mother's title. Her mom died giving birth to her. She was left alone in their mansion because her father can't stay with her as she looked exactly like her deceased mother.She grew up rebellious and dominant to get the attention of her father. She was known in Golden Oak High School as a flirt, a slut and a whore because she changed boyfriend every week.Today is the last day of the week and she need to dump her latest boy toy, Jayden. She met him at her friend's house a week ago. She became interested because he was disguised as a girl.“Hey Jayden, we're over.” I said. I thought he was just like the other boys I've dated. I'll play with them for a week then we're done.I looked at Jayden and he smirked. Then he suddenly grabbed my arm and pushed me down on the bed. He was now on top of me.“We're over? Do you think you can just bugged me for a week then leave? No! That's not how I play.” His eyes became dark. It was the first time I saw him as a man.I felt his knee between my thighs, he was holding my arms on top of my head. I can't move. He moved his face closer and started to kiss me. I froze. He frowned and stopped when he saw me crying.“Is this your first kiss?” He asked. I felt a tear dropped from my eyes. I was scared. I thought I'm going to be raped. To my surprise, he stood up and stared at me.“If that's your first kiss, then you're still a virgin?” I sat on the bed and started sobbing.“So what if I'm a virgin? That's the reason I changed boyfriend every week so they won't be able to touch me.” It's true. I was never a slut or a whore. I dumped every guy I dated after a week so they wouldn't have a chance to take advantage of me.“Stop crying. I won't rape you for god's sake. If that's what you think! But you're not going to dump me. I won't allow that.” He said annoyed.“Why? You can get a real girlfriend in campus. You don't need to stay with me.” From his face, he can easily get a girl. I heard he's popular with the girls in the bronze class.“Because I'm going to take all your first time. Your body is mine, I won't let any other man touch you.”

[Disclaimer:This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It explores the darkest aspects of humanity—where morality is shattered, and power takes its place. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows.I'm once again telling you if you can't handle deaths and violence and you seek happiness then please do not even touch this Novel.But maybe, just maybe, you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond.if so Prove it.][Synopsis]:In a world teetering on the edge of chaos, seven empires vie for dominance, each more ruthless than the last. At the heart of this dark tapestry lies Narzan, a nation feared and despised, where cruelty is law and ambition a deadly game. The lands of mortals are but a fragile sanctuary, bordered by forbidden realms—the infernal Demon Realm, where nightmares are born; the accursed Lost Soul Realm, where the damned wander endlessly; and the enigmatic Elven Kingdom, shrouded in secrets and ancient power. These realms whisper of horrors and treasures that could reshape the very fabric of existence.Above it all looms the Weave of Magic, an ancient force that binds life, death, and destiny. It stirs ominously, its threads tangling with shadows of betrayal, vengeance, and destruction. In this world where the strong devour the weak, hope is a fleeting illusion, and mercy is a tale for the foolish.Veythor is a man cursed by the fates, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured betrayal, torment, and death. On Earth, he was a man broken by those he trusted—betrayed by family, ruined by love, and condemned to die in despair. In his second life, he met an even crueler fate, falling prey to monsters in human form. But Thalvoria, his third life, is the cruelest of all.A vast and merciless world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages can sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the lands themselves seem to hunger for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows, and every choice is a gamble with damnation.Yet Veythor, battered and scarred, refuses to succumb. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he begins to weave his pain into something more dangerous. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar sharpens his will. As the balance of power begins to shift and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost.But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of a man who refuses to die?When the world itself hungers for blood, Veythor will rise—or he will drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.

Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.