MTL - My Disciple Died Yet Again - v2 Chapter 77 Give it to me with confidence.

Traveling through a parallel world, Ye Cheng planned to be a copywriter and copy tomb robbing novels, but he became a gold medal writer in one fell swoop.

But who would have imagined that, with the unearthed ancient tombs, Ye Cheng’s novels have become reality.

Numerous archaeological teams rushed to ask for advice.

As a result, as Ye Cheng solved more and more ancient tombs, he couldn’t explain it more and more!

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“Su Xiaomeng, about that night—”One sentence from Yin Shixiu and her world tilts.He’s her best friend’s thirty-two-year-old uncle, a man whose name opens every door in the city, and the last person she wants to tangle with.“Uncle, look—you weren’t thinking straight and I was blackout drunk. Let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”“…Fine.”Three months later he discovers—via an excited niece—that Su Xiaomeng is pregnant.“The moment the baby’s born, you let me leave. No more hounding me!”“…Fine.”He signs the marriage contract she writes herself.“Uncle, I need spicy hot pot at midnight…”“…Fine.”He’s out the door in the snow, gathering ingredients until his fingers turn blue.“Uncle, I’m scared. He’s kicking so hard—it hurts…”“Alright, alright—no more babies after this.”On the eve of delivery, he strokes her back, whispering promises until her breathing steadies.

MC (female protagonist) dies in a plane crash and wakes up in the body of a beautiful but corrupt and lascivious prime minister in ancient times, Zhang Qinglian. As circumstances decree, he (she) cannot reveal that the original owner’s soul is gone else calamity might occur. So he (she) decides to walk a righteous path, determined to help the lovely but simple little emperor rule the country. Not backing down after facing torture, not losing courage, destroying rebellions and facing off with scheming princes.

I, Maehara Maki, someone who couldn’t make any acquaintances or friends in high school, finally had someone I can hang out with outside of school. A girl.

Her name was Asanagi-san. The boys in my class called her ‘The class’ second cutest girl’ behind her back.

On Fridays, she would refuse her best friend, Amami, ‘the cutest girl in class’ invitation just to hang out in my house with me.

Together, we played games, watched some movies, read some manga while eating junk foods like pizza and hamburgers, and chugging cola without a care in the world. To others, we may seem sloppy, but it was a precious, secret time together for Asanagi-san and myself.