MTL - Decadent Beauty, Rely on Gou Became Popular - Chapter 111 Life-saving work 2 in the wilderness was also saved today...

'Nina?'The thought hit me before I even really processed who it was. Nina Shoka from my class. She was just walking along, probably listening to music, totally unaware that this car had lost control and was sliding right toward her.I didn't think about it. Didn't weigh the pros and cons or consider my options. My legs just started moving.I dropped my phone and sprinted toward her. The car was maybe three seconds away from hitting her when I slammed into her side, pushing her as hard as I could toward the sidewalk.She went flying, landing hard on the concrete but definitely out of the car's path.Me? Not so lucky.The impact felt like getting hit by a train. One second I was pushing Nina to safety, the next I was flying through the air. Then I hit the ground and everything went wrong at once.I couldn't move my legs. Couldn't really move much of anything, actually. There was this weird warm feeling spreading across my chest and stomach, and when I tried to breathe, it felt like drowning.'Well, this sucks,' I thought, staring up at the sky. 'Guess that's what I get for being a hero.'My vision started getting all swimmy and weird, but I could make out Nina crawling over to me. She had pulled out her earbuds and there were tears streaming down her face.“Why did you do that?” she kept asking, over and over. “Why would you do that?”I wanted to shrug, but my shoulders weren't really cooperating. It seemed pretty obvious to me - she was in trouble, so I helped. That's what you do, right? Nothing fancy about it.She was talking to me, saying my name a lot. I didn't realize she even knew my name, to be honest. We had been in the same class for like three months and I don't think we had ever actually had a conversation.“Kofi, stay with me, okay?” she was saying. “You're gonna be fine. The ambulance is coming.”

Lu Ruanruan is a salted fish Alpha, the biggest wish in life is: lie down and win
But the reality is always bad luck and poverty.
The day she was slandered as a stand-in and lost her chatting job.
Lu Ruanruan was angry, driven by strong resentment.
she got a system
The system required her to dress up as a stand-in for the heroine in ten ABO novels about chasing husbands and crematoriums.
As long as she can achieve Liying, she can realize her wish in real life.
Lu Ruanruan: That’s not easy, lie down and win, do it!
However, later, the plot line of each mission world will have strange deviations.
The task is upgraded to hard mode.
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first world:
The substitute lover of school grass
Lazy Lu Ruanruan: The school bully insists on forcing me to study. If I don’t study, I won’t get enough food. I somehow became a high-tech top talent.
Second world:
Big Brother’s Sister
Lazy Lu Ruanruan: Brother Little Sweet Cake is going to die soon, how to break the treatment madness, wait online
…
Every time she travels through a world, Lu Ruanruan will inexplicably master a skill.
And these skills seemed to belong to her in the first place.
After shedding a layer of skin from the fast travel world, after completing the mission, Lu Ruanruan’s skills are full.
One day in a bar, I ran into my former employer “Boss Huo”.
Sitting in the dim yellow and dark place, the long legs of the man O are curled up, his bones are cold and sharp.
He raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes met, and they were scattered.
Lu Ruanruan froze in place, frantically putting together chaotic memory fragments in his mind.
She was like watching flowers on a horse, and saw another self.
She walked up to the man: “Sorry, I’m late.”
A mist flickered in the man’s eyes: “It’s okay…you just need to remember.”
Demining: Every hero in the world is a person, with a lot of personal settings. I can only give the last spoiler: the heroine is a super boss. Shocking reverse text, so it may be slow time travel.

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One-sentence introduction: The heroine of salted fish is a boss
Conception: The heroine of salted fish is a boss

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As we all know, there is a force that must not be messed with in the Southern Region, thatched cottage.

Among them, the eldest disciple is the Qingyun Sword Master of the Southern Region, with a mastery of swordsmanship.

The second disciple, the Eternal Empress, leads an era.

The third disciple is a great Confucianist in the world, and the star of Wenqu came down to earth.

The fourth disciple, the reincarnation of the demon god, suppressed Jiuyou.

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Lu Changsheng: Me? I am nothing special, just their master.

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“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.