Beware Of Chicken - Chapter Volume 1 9: Title Drop

A: Of course, it is to help them win the hearts of those male protagonists and make them regret it…
What if the daughter in the group is the daughter of the CEO of a top AI group, the little doctor girl who is abandoned in the chaos is a once-in-a-century genius, and the Paramount socialite who is hated by the male protagonist has a unique voice…?
Shen Yiling: That’s it—
What kind of love brain is it under these conditions? Come to give me self-improvement!
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Shen Yiling has been an orphan for more than ten years before she realizes that she is the daughter of a wealthy family. In the future, she will be humiliated and used by her beloved man because she can’t fight the fake daughter, and then she will be kicked out of the house again by her family.
The original intention of the system to select her was to use her to save these love-brained female partners and make the male protagonist fall in love with them.
Not long after, the system found that the task was completed
But the female supporting roles in the group don’t want male protagonists and become her workers. What’s the matter QAQ
one
Yunzhou City opened a mysterious AI company, all the equipment in it is high-tech that has never been seen before, and the wealthy family wants to cooperate with them.
Later, the paparazzi accidentally photographed the founder of the company, who was actually the real daughter of Shen Jiagang.
The Shen family, who tried to cooperate with the company but were repeatedly rejected, were startled: … How come we didn’t know?
two
There is an old Chinese medicine practitioner who has exploded overnight on the Internet. The medicine he gave is not too much to bring people back from the gate of hell. Countless wealthy people with old diseases want to get his reply.
Later, the courier brother accidentally discovered that the old Chinese doctor who sent the courier was a real daughter from the Shen family? !
The original male protagonist, who almost knelt down nine times to ask for medicine for his grandfather, was stunned: Then why did she refuse me? !
three
There is a king in the entertainment industry who is popular all over the world, and his concert tickets have been fired to sky-high prices.
Later, he personally broke the news: My inspiration came from Shen Yiling, and the female voice that sang with me was her.
Shen Yiling stared: “You can’t talk nonsense, that’s what my staff sang.”
Fans: This… what else is there that we don’t know? !
There is a saying that I want to hug my thighs, but I don’t know if I should say it or not!
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small theater
The female supporting group in the female supporting group worships the group leader without thinking, and the daily conversation in the group is “Today I sent xxx to the group leader” “Today the group leader praised the xxx I sent again”
One day, the princess said suddenly, “You are no match for me, the brother I gave is already the pillow of the group owner~”
Female supporting roles: “…”
Can you tell me what you gave? !
Really take this old sixth!

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Super awesome female protagonist x male protagonist who vomits blood when he moves (white cut black)
The male protagonist was really weak at the beginning, still a little camellia, but he is actually very strong!

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- Description from novelbuddy

A world destroyed. An axe to grind. And a path to infinite power. Welcome to my reality.When the cultivators came to Earth, they destroyed our entire civilization in a matter of hours. Armies fell, cities burned, and that was before the moon turned red and filled our world with monsters.Now, over a decade later, what’s left of humanity slaves under the heels of our Qi-infused masters. The luckiest of us might even become one of them, they say—if we serve the Dynasty well enough and harness the power of Qi.But I want none of that.I’m sick of serving and I want nothing to do with their world. Instead, I want them to pay for what they did to mine. Maybe that’s why she found me. The fearsome, angry goddess who showed me a different path. Apparently, Qi is not the only route to power.Now I’ll fight to take back my planet, to grow strong enough to beat the cultivators at their own game. Through blood, sweat, and pain, I will free humanity or die trying.For that’s the Path of a Berserker.Path of the Berserker is a progression fantasy novel that contains immortal cultivators, an oppressive intergalactic dynasty, rage-inducing imperial bureaucracy, magical spirit beasts, fantastical martial arts and one pissed-off MC who’s sick of it all. Fans of western-style cultivation fantasy, post apocalypse, and xianxia will enjoy.

For the man’s promise, Xiao Chen returned strongly, the bodyguard of the body of the beauty president, sweeping the enemy of all directions, composing the legend of the king!

- Description from Uukanshu (translated)

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.