MTL - Dressed As the Scum a In the Campus Literature - Chapter 136 (add more)

Reincarnated into an eroge brimming with cunning and seductive women, Shia quickly learns this world is no paradise. His childhood friend? A manipulative beauty with a penchant for control. The maid? A silver-haired, venomous tsundere. Even the elegant motherly figures hide sharp fangs behind their kind smiles.Fortunately, Shia knows this world’s secret: a unique system that only he can use. From making alliances with snake-like in-laws to hosting wild parties in the elf kingdom, Shia takes charge as the self-proclaimed administrator of chaos. But taming bad women isn’t easy, and Shia’s life quickly turns into a whirlwind of power plays, unexpected friendships, and wild nights.

Xie Yunzhen went south to manage the floodings and brought back the widow of his childhood friend.At that time, they were still in a cold war. Ji Mingzhu, distracted, fell and bled on the spot.During the difficult labor, Xie Yunzhen refused to return to the mansion to see her, but instead took his childhood friend out of the city to enjoy the scenery.In despair, Ji Mingzhu passed away.Reborn, she just wants to stay far away from Xie Yunzhen.She began to look at other families, hoping to find a gentle and considerate husband.The man who was indifferent and distant to her, however, clung to her, “Ji Mingzhu, you can only marry me!”In the past life.Xie Yunzhen didn't expect that acting out of spite would make him miss Ji Mingzhu's last moments.She left.The child was gone too.His heart felt pierced by thousands of arrows, and he coughed up blood from the pain.Reborn, Ji Mingzhu wants to marry someone else.Xie Yunzhen's eyes turned red: Dream on!

The aliens came with hostility.
Facing the invasion of aliens, human beings are weak like ants.
So this is the end, the real end.
But there is resistance when there is an invasion.
For some, this is not the end, it is war.
So this is war.
Real war!

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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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