I Coach Football With A System - Chapter 11: Matchday

Qin Fei: “Sorry, fried silkworm cocoons are sold out.”
Miaojiang Yanshi seriously face: “Can gold silkworm cocoon be fried?”
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Qin Fei: “The octopus is also sold out.”
The Octopus demon is calm and stretches out one leg: “just take it.”
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Qin Feihan Yan: “Do you still have some clams?”
The diners with children were so scared that they lost their faces and fled.
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There is a snack bar in the outside world.
There is no high-priced egg fried rice here.
No more expensive exaggerated ingredients,
Only delicious street food,
But it does not prevent it from conquering one after another picky taste buds.
[The text is more than a daily comparison, experience life. 】

- Description from Uukanshu translation

After transmigrating, Liu Changqing skipped over the dating phase and was thrust straight into fatherhood with a son and a daughter. This left him in a gloomy state. His eldest son is mature and intelligent, while his young daughter, resentful of her parents’ divorce, blames Liu Changqing for everything and treats him with hostility.The original owner of this body was the ultimate “simp.” He grovelled so much that his ex-mother-in-law’s single agreement allowed his ex-wife to take away all the family assets in exchange for custody of their two children.Now, with his factory bankrupt, Liu Changqing is racking his brain over how to raise his son and daughter. This has become his biggest headache.——————————————No reconciliation, no groveling, and firmly grounded values.

In this world, there exist Confucians, Daoists, Buddhists, Demons, and Arcanists.Xu Qi’an, a police academy graduate, suddenly finds himself waking up in a prison, set to be exiled to the frontier three days later…His initial goal was to protect himself in this world with no human rights and to be able to live a leisurely life as a rich man.…Many years later, Xu Qi’an looks back on the past, with long-dead enemies and friends, as well as the numerous bones he has left behind.As the Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes; right and wrong, success or failure will all turn into nothing but history.However, just like the sun’s rays gleaming over the towering mountains, after each sunset, a new sun will rise.