MTL - Devouring The Heavens - v2 Chapter 2030 Negotiation cracking

Hai Xiu has a slight social disorder. After he transfered school, his new teacher tried to help him to treat it slowly by giving him the task of sending and receiving homework and test paper from his fellow classmates. Although Hai Xiu has communication problem, he still stumbled around trying his best to do so. However, he accidentally misplaced the test paper of the school’s resident “bad student”… And thus, started their sweet story together…

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Every trace of my entire youth is engraved with the same name.

When I see the trees on the street and the clouds on the horizon, I will think of him unconsciously.

I remember the bubble tea he ordered for me, and the sparklers he lit up for me.

Those memories supported me through difficult days and made me think I was special at one point.

When I was young, I often wondered, is it possible? Even if it is one in ten thousand, what if I am the heroine in his story?

I have said goodbye to him countless times, on the phone, on WeChat, face to face, every time without pressure, because I know there will be another meeting.

But this time is different, Xu Jiamu, this time I really want to say goodbye to you.

“Goodbye, Xu Jiamu.”

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After her mother’s passing, Tabitha Collins’s father marries a new wife and sends Tabitha Collins to live with a family she barely knows. There, she meets Alexander Foster, the family’s high-flying Eldest Young Master, who wants nothing to do with her. Apart from him, however, the other members of the family loves her and dotes on her. Soon, things began to change. Alexander Foster becomes intrigued by the mysterious and seemingly untamable Tabitha Collins. Who is she exactly? Initially, the girl seems to lack confidence and needs protecting, but as he finds out more about her, he realizes, he's the one with the catching up to do!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”