MTL - Transmigrated as a Rich and Vicious Widow - Chapter 100 child

[You can now choose three of the following seven options
1. Go back to five years ago with the present memory
2. Five centimeters taller
3. Seven million deposits
4. Appearance +50 points
5. A company with a market capitalization of 500 million
6. Proficient in a foreign language
7. Teaser live broadcast 10 million virtual coins]

Li Ang became angry after finishing the selection: choose every day, choose, choose, you will give it after the selection!
…
Fuck, it’s really shipped!

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Qi Mo had been enthroned for less than a month, and died of physical and mental exhaustion.
When I opened my eyes again, I became a love brain female supporting role in an ancient entertainment novel, disguised as a dog man and woman disguised as a man to participate in the audition, tore to death with the dog man’s deadly rival Lan Muzhou, and was finally hacked by the whole network to the point of depression .
Looking at the trainee who was as rough as a woman, Qi Mo was surprised: “Using ugliness as beauty?”
Seeing the contestants lift up their shirts on the stage, Qi Mo frowned: “I don’t respect masculinity!”
Thinking that he would lose the game in the book, Qi Mo had a playful face: As a woman, wouldn’t it be embarrassing if she lost to a man?
So during the performance, the black fans who wanted to kill Qi Mo at the top of their voices saw——
Qi Mo’s spin and 720° mid-air rotation blows up the audience.
It’s the same as what I’ve seen in martial arts movies!
…But this is fucking reality! !
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Ever since Qi Mo changed his attitude and started to practice dance with Lan Muzhou, the “Weekend CP” who ranked first x last was praised by netizens.
After seeing the violent remarks of netizens knocking on CP, Lan Muzhou’s face was flushed, disgusted and weird in his heart, he hurriedly said: “I don’t like men, can you stay away from me?”
Not long after, he watched Qi Mo being surrounded by a crowd of stars, and even his arch-rival who only wanted to use Qi Mo in the past intentionally interacted intimately with Qi Mo in front of the camera.
Lan Muzhou finally lost his composure, and blocked Qi Mo in the changing room: “Do you still like him?”
…
At the banquet, a certain young master took the initiative to introduce to Lan Muzhou, “That is the only daughter of the Qi family. She grew up abroad and just returned to China. She is right in the same family as you.”
Lan Muzhou turned his head impatiently, “You’re the same family.”
But when he saw Qi Mo in women’s clothing, he almost knocked over his wine glass.
Are you sure the Qi family only has…the only daughter? ?
#口味身直口hard-hearted and soft-hearted second-generation ancestor who loves to blush
#Superficially uninhibited, cynical and principled heroine
#Male Strong Female Stronger

Read the guide:
·Maybe a little sand sculpture
·The heroine comes from the heroine, examines moderately, and understands the equality of men and women
·The hero doesn’t like men, he only likes Qi Mo
·This entertainment circle is not equal to the real entertainment circle, the author has the final say, do not substitute

One-sentence introduction: The female dignitary wears to the modern age
Conception: Create a better future together

Content Tags: entertainment circle ancient wear today women disguised as men cool text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Qi Mo, Lan Muzhou ┃ Supporting role: column has advance receipt~ ┃ Others:

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Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]