I'm the Slit-Eyed Character at the Academy, but I'm not the Mastermind - Chapter 6

A huge scandal rocked the Qi family. Young Miss Qi gave birth to triplets before she was married!

Lin Xinyan was set up a one-night stand trade with a stranger man to get the medical treatment fee to save her mother. That night took her virginity and got her pregnant. Lin Xinyan never touched her husband-Zong Jinhao, until one day she found out her crippled husband was involved with another woman. The woman met her and recognized that Lin Xinyan was the one that she set up for that one-night stand. When she knew Lin Xinyan was pregnant with Zong Jinhao's child, she tried to kill her and her baby with every means she could. But Lin Xinyan didn't know that the man who slept with her that night was her husband, nor did Zong Jinhao know the baby was his, until one day...

In order to explore the mysteries of the soul, the Solar System Alliance secretly formed a genius organization, the Apocalypse Youth Class, which brought together talented young people from the four major federations in the solar system. , archives have become taboo.

Five years later, the Tianjing Jiwu A-level Military Academy, which returned from the Pan-Solar System Mecha Competition, welcomed the first place in the mecha preparatory class in Asia like a pie from the sky, and began to rebuild. The road, but this is only the beginning, incredible things began to appear frequently, but the center of the vortex was an unknown second-year student.

Mecha, the ultimate romance for men.

It has been almost eight years since the last Star Wars Storm. Let’s feel the charm of science fiction together. This is also the ultimate version of the Storm series.

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