MTL - On Her Lips - Chapter 174 Extra 6

My lover has always been a little pitiful, but he will eventually turn into a big BOSS;

My lover has always been in love with me at first sight, but I also think he is very pleasing to the eye.

My lover has always been jealous, but I didn’t know what he’s jealous of. It is really troubling.

My lover has always had two faces; the face he shows others and the one he shows me which are completely different. It’s very confusing…

Bai Duan: This is my life. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

- Description from Novelupdates

Once the ultimate Soldier King and a supreme assassin, empowered by a magical Magic Bracelet, had mastered Cultivation, Medical Skill, X-ray vision, and foreseeing the future… became an omnipotent master of pretense. Come, come, come, watch the omnipotent master of pretense teach you a few tricks of pretense.A demonic man who walked out of a major foreign prison, yet married a cold Queen-like CEO wife, leading a life where “you glare at me with displeasure, and I look at you with disdain.”

After crossing into the world of Doraemon, he became Nobita.

With an invincible treasure bag, the life of a primary school student is simply boring.

I am preparing to let Shizuka grow up as soon as possible, so that she can marry and go home as a daughter-in-law.

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Astronaut Liu Peiqiang: “The sun is about to explode! Who will help me if I give out 200 points~”

“Enlarge the flashlight, shrink the Earth, or shrink the sun and throw it away~”

The richest man, Iron Man: “There’s a purple potato monster who wants to kill half of the universe! I’ll give out all my wealth! Come and help!”

“Time stopper! You can stop the time in the entire universe, and you will kill him again! Perfect!”

“Well, is the time stopper used to kill people?”

“Can you lend me this thing?”

“I have a bold idea!”

“+1”

- Description from novelbuddy

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.