If You Could Hear My Heart - Chapter 308 - Xu Chaomu’s Midterm Exam Paper

800 years ago, 3000 dimensional gates opened across the entire world. In that moment, it was as if 3000 different colored eyes opened across the world as hordes of monsters swarmed out of these gates like tears.

Some could destroy city walls with one strike; They had bodies the size of a giant and fed on humans

Some latched onto humans, absorbing their bodies’ nutrients and enslaving humans

Some infiltrated the humans’ cities, disguising themselves as normal human beings while feeding upon human blood to sustain themselves.

In a night, the Human race fell to the bottom of the food chain.

The world had turned into a paradise for monsters…

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After Lu Yao wore a book and became an almighty boss who dressed as a woman and dressed as a man, he was either on the hot search or on the way to the hot search.

[Hot Search 1: Lu Yao decides to quit the King team]

Netizen: Haha, the FW who entered the team through the back door has finally broken the contract!

The next day, the Glory of Kings list was refreshed, and Lu Yao’s data dominated the list.

KING team official blog: We decided to add 10 times the salary to try to retain Lu Yao.

Netizen: ? ? ?

[Hot Search 2: Lu Yao’s help in charity is a model for young people]

Netizen: Donating some scraps of iron is also embarrassing to say that it is a charity! When who hasn’t donated money?

Charity Federation Press Conference: Thank you Mr. Lu Yao for donating 1 billion yuan to build Hope Primary School.

Netizen: ? ? ?

[Hot search 3: Lu Yao got drunk at the celebration banquet, the captain Zhan Shen took good care of him, and he was the favorite of the powerful group! 】

Netizen: Will Lu Yao die without a man? Stay away from our brother Zhanshen!

The next day, Weibo posted a video of two people in the car, Zhan Shen actively begging for a kiss and being kicked off by Lu Yao…

Netizen: …? ?

- Description from novelbuddy

Ever since Yang Fan returned to the village, the young women had been practically breaking down his door...

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.