MTL - Seventy Koi: The Unlucky Boss Hugged Me and Cried - Chapter 11

A simple childhood love story.

The female lead’s name is Xiao Tu (Bunny) and the male lead’s name is Ling Chao (Super). As neighbors who were born a month apart, they grew up, went to school, and graduated together.

Tu Tu is a cute and good girl. Even though she’s not really smart, she’s not stupid. Since she is skilled in martial arts, the guys are scared of her.

Ling Chao is smart and cool, but also stuffy and quiet. He is the brainy type who excels in studies.

Tu Tu’s mother wishes her daughter would grow up and marry Ling Chao, but her father disagrees and wants Tu Tu to get to know other boys.

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The world has ended. I’m the only survivor left in the shelter. But by my side is the world’s most advanced AI, Artemis.

Earth Immortals are cultivated from a blessed land.

Heaven Immortals move to and from the divine mountains.

I have a stalk of plum blossom, and I shall plunder the Will of the Heavens with it!

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You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.