MTL - The Best Actor’s Courtship: Miss Scriptwriter, Please Love Me! - Chapter 328 : The entangled future of Fan Xi Mu Xia

In the myriad realms, legends rise and fall in the countless eras.

“It’s not a lie, my family is really an ordinary family, I really don’t know any big people”

As a sophomore in high school, Chen Chu really didn’t feel that he was special, an ordinary family, an ordinary student.

Until a rich man in this city donated 10 million yuan to the school to install air conditioners for the whole school, build teaching buildings and sports fields.

In front of the teachers and students of the whole school, the rich man put his arms around his shoulders affectionately, and the leaders, teachers and students of the school were all surprised.

Chen Churen was dumbfounded: “Listen to my explanation, my family is really an ordinary family, and I really don’t know the richest people in this city!”

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The city leaders came to the school for inspection, patted him on the shoulder kindly, asked him about his studies and how his campus life was, and invited him to visit him.

Looking at the strange eyes of all the school leaders, teachers and classmates who said “you are just an ordinary family”.

Chen Chu was numb: “I’m not lying, my family is really an ordinary family, how can I know the city leaders!”

- Description from novelbuddy

Floren, the most renowned realm of all realms, yet forgotten by all. The soul of a person from Earth accidentally crashed into this unexplored realm, ending up in a dragon egg. Transforming into a crimson dragon with the mindset of a human, Claudius was different from other dragons. He only wished to live an easy life, enjoying his lifespan of thousands of years to its fullest. However, the world is not such a forgiving place, dragging Claudius into countless struggles and death battles. Is it really possible to live a leisurely life?!

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The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”