Infinite Paradise - Chapter 12 - 05 Could he really be a genius?_3

---Han Yan thought his life couldn’t get any more embarrassing after dying from choking on cheap instant noodles. But when he opened his eyes again, he finds himself trapped in his sister’s favorite BL novel as the Han family’s cannon-fodder husband, fated to die miserably in the mountains.He knows the plot. He knows the ending. And he knows he’s meant to suffer while the Male Lead basks in happiness.The problem? The fragile, tearful husband beside him is far too pitiful, and Han Yan here supposedly a “straight man” can’t stop feeling protective.Armed only with his knowledge of the story, he declares:“Forget the plot. Forget the Male Lead. I’ll survive and keep my delicate husband safe!”But survival isn’t simple when your scheming stepmother has her own plans, greedy relatives circle like vultures, and the story’s protagonist could appear at any moment.Just when Han Yan thinks life in this strange world can’t get any stranger, a mysterious cat suddenly appears, a very massive plot hole that he could only scold the silly author. Its presence pulls Han Yan and Li Xin into events far beyond their control.This story mixes lighthearted humor, warmth, and slow-burn affection with light cultivation, danger, and emotional healing as Han Yan struggles between fate and his growing feelings for Li Xin the husband he was never meant to know.---

The boy born with cursed eyes, said to be the traitor of all races.Discriminated against all his life will he fight back, or be consumed by hatred? Or will he learn to rise above it?In the world of magic... the Order of Arcane, filled with seven top races, all united by one thing: hating the color of his eyes and a certain name.This kid shall pay for a crime he never committed, etched with seven mythical curses by who? Who knows.How to release them? Solve the seven Akashi riddles.Will he win? Or just become another forgotten page in the history books of Eldarado?There are three primary types of magic: Normal. Racial. Unique.He awakens all of them.Normal: Well maybe not so normal for him.Racial: ??Unique: ??And one final question whispered in the shadows of forgotten historyWho is the true, declared heir to the Obsidian Throne.

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Li Hao mumbled, “Huh? Someone escaped from prison? Hmm? Why is there an exclamation mark on the bounty notice?”

[Pay 200 yuan and you will receive information about the prison breaker’s location. What are you waiting for?]

Li Hao wondered, “There is an exclamation mark on this scratchcard too?”

[Scratch this card and you will receive a grand prize. Don’t miss it!]

Li Hao exclaimed, “A question mark above this box of pills?”

[This is a box of life-saving pills. It can save the life of an old man. Accept the mission and head to the location and you will receive an unexpected surprise!]

Once upon a time, there was a makeup artist who possessed outstanding skills and top-notch aesthetic judgement. When he did makeup for various stars, he could embellish sharpness onto the smooth vases that lacked edges, and he could make models who exceeded the boundaries of aesthetics to appear delicate and soft, more approachable to people.

Male stars loved to request him, for he had a thorough understanding of masculine charm in particular, and the makeup he did was never garishly slathered in oils or powders, instead exuding a natural, dashing air of elegance.

Female stars loved to request him, because not only was he excellent in his skills, he was also everyone’s closest confidant; when they chatted, he could easily hold any conversation, and his mouth would be tightly sealed, never allowing anyone’s privacy to slip out.

Although this person was quite young, after getting by in the makeup industry the past few years, he was virtually considered as a distinguished personality in his profession, and would be referred to as a ‘master’ wherever he went.

But he had a terrifying secret. He needed to carefully tread on thin ice and couldn’t expose even the slightest traces; otherwise, nobody would invite him to work ever again, and nobody would apply to the classes he led anymore.

—He was a straight man.

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