Picking Up Beautiful Girls In The Post-Apocalyptic World! - Chapter 387 Aren't You Just A Fool?

Possessing supernatural powers, gentle little milk dog attack X mature, capable and cold female reporter subject to 1V1,he
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After Shen Yiqiu woke up from a coma, the first thing he did was to make a noise to see Qin Qianrou, and the others ignored him. In her previous life, her whole family suffered a traffic accident and her parents died.
When she woke up from the rebirth, she understood that the creditor who was staying outside the ward was not a good person, and that her parents and friends who had traveled thousands of miles were actually coveting the inheritance. The only person who could save her from the predicament seemed to be the upright female reporter.
Qin Qianrou is not at all as gentle as her name, and has been a well-known local reporter for several years. She takes the interview questions that others don’t want to take over, she dares to interview the characters that others dare not, and she can do the areas that others can’t touch.
Do your best to restore the truth.
As capable and cold as her, she went to the hospital because of a strange call. The pale child on the hospital bed rushed over as soon as she saw her, screaming hoarsely, “Aunt Qin, save me!”
From then on, Qin Qianrou had a small tail beside her. At first, she would only follow her, occasionally peeking at her shyly. Later, the child became more and more powerful. Not only did he accompany her out for interviews, but he also protected her everywhere, eliminating all dangers.
Until one night, the moon was sultry, Shen Yiqiu threw herself into her arms again, and said sincerely, “Aunt Qin, I love you.”

Content label: Under the New Year Urban Love Ability Rebirth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Shen Yiqiu, Qin Qianrou ┃ Supporting role: The next cannon fodder stand-in has been opened ┃ Others: Ability
One sentence introduction: I will repay you with my life
Concept: In people-to-people interactions, only by paying sincerely and without reservation can we gain precious feelings.

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“Just once, I want to make it through the first stage of screening…”

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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