Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo! - Chapter 2012

Zhao Xu goes back 10 years in time to the day when Arthur’s game servers opened. Only he knows that one year later, the earth will be destroyed and everyone on earth will transmigrate into the world of Arthur! PS: MC is a double character class of Wizard and Archivist, training in both the arcane and the divine, includes metamagic/magic guards/spells/rubies/action points/hyperactivity/pause/temporary effect/activation/in-game purchases in the making.

College was like a wake-up call for most people. Especially the likes of Christopher Owen, who spent the rest of his high school years messing around and pining for the boy he never had.Having had a frustrating high school year, he decided to dedicate himself to his studies in college.He flew many miles away from home, changed his looks, and hid his real identity from everyone. His plans were simple: study hard, pass well, no dating.But then he realized two things: life was anything but easy without the backing of his last name.And... he wasn't sure how long he could last before he jumped his roommate, who was obviously not gay.But lust wasn't love, right?Maybe he could indulge a little? Just a little, I promise.

Looking at the beauty industry, the most popular setting for female bloggers were white rich beauties.

Before she became famous, she loved American brand Colorpop, Japanese brand Canmake, and Thai brand Mistine best.

After becoming famous, La prairie blue caviar eye cream for her left hand, CPB crystal moisturizing cream for her right.

Every day, the national brand was being blown up. After receiving the money from the owner of the brand, he said that this was by no means an advertisement.

Living in a small three-story building, the neighbors were renovating every day. She felt so sorry about the sound insulation of this expensive house.

One day, several bosses in the beauty channel of station B broadcasted a live Japanese tour.

Everyone bought no less than 100,000 yuan of Japanese top female skin care products, and told the camera that they would draw prizes to send them to fans.

She, who had always been pure and low-key, had been dubbed “The peak value of station B”

Darong Rong pointed to the luxurious gray ship on the blue sea level and said to the fans in the camera with a smile:

“I’ve already contracted the ship, and I will broadcast live seafood today.”

All the beauty makeup moguls: “…” Sister, its too much.

New post of the forum: [Rong Rong at station B! Is there a gold mine at home? ! I unilaterally declare that I am your long-lost daughter! 】

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Fans learned that there was a mine in Rong Rong’s home.

On this day, at the request of fans, Rong Rong launched a live broadcast

Show you around my home.

After seeing the gilded toilet and diamond-encrusted coatroom.

“That’s it!”

Fans: [Want to see sister Rong’s bedroom! ]

Rong Rong, who had always been fond of powder, actually ignored the screen and decided to turn off the live broadcast.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened.

In the moment, the crowd was so stupid that they thought it was a trick.

The handsome and dignified man walked out of the bedroom in a suit.

Seeing her holding a mobile phone, he stood there, with a finger on his tie and frowned slightly, “Last night, I was asked not to make trouble and hurry to bed. You got up so early today to play with your cell phone?”

Fans: “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh.” There was not only a mine in Rong Rong’s family, there was a mine hidden in the mine! Big! Boss!

- Description from Novelupdates

Life isn’t dramatic.

Takasugi Shinsaku once mentioned, “The mind to bring interest to an otherwise uninteresting world”, but if you’ll let me have my say, “An otherwise uninteresting world is also interesting”.

The world is just right with this level of boredom.

That is the conclusion to the results of my, Kagoshima Akira’s seventeen years of lived experience.

It’s not like anything’s ever going to happen.

I mean.

Witches from other worlds,

and cyber soldiers paying a visit from the future,

and psychics fighting under the instruction of research institutions

don’t exist, after all.