Arena - Chapter 119 Clear (Part 2)

【1v1, double doting, clean text, handsome men, and fierce women】 It's rumored that Miss Lu has no talents, isn't a good student, is arrogant, and doesn’t care about others... A certain man, adjusting his glasses, dotes on her and says, “It's okay, I still want to spoil her.”No talent? One day, a piano piece played by Lu Qingyi shocked the entire entertainment circle.A poor student? Principal Hardrick, with a flattering face, followed behind Lu Qingyi, asking obsequiously: “Dear Qingyi, when will you come back to school to teach?”Arrogant? Doesn't care about others? Xu Boyan said with doting affection: “These are privileges I offer her. Do you have a problem with it?”“Boss, our intelligence network has been breached.”One of the subordinates said cautiously.“Ah? I'm sorry, my hand slipped.” A certain Miss nonchalantly raised her paw.“Kiddo, how many online aliases do you have?” A certain man asked, a spoiling smile hanging on his lips.Suddenly one day, Lu Qingyi discovered that her identity is not what she thought it was.【This is a story of two major players unmasking each other. If it's not your taste, refrain from speaking ill. Thank you.】

He chose her out of curiosity, and she chose him for a good sleep.In this one-year hidden marriage, they agreed to take what they needed and have only pleasure without love. But the reality was that he was very domineering. He could bully her, but if anyone else did the same, they would face severe consequences.Many people felt sorry for him and thought that she didn't deserve him. However, they discovered that her real identities were stunning and extraordinary.She was a genius hacker, a skilled miracle doctor, and even a deadly ghost...Now, people felt sorry for her. How could an astonishing woman like her marry a disabled man?Suddenly, a man who had been in a wheelchair for several years stood up and revealed the business empire he had built during those years.Later on, people started to envy the couple's talent and beauty.While the heavens favored them, she suddenly realized that in his heart, she was nothing more than a substitute...Love was just like poison hidden in sugar. If you believe in it, you lose...

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.