MTL - Forced To Survive - Chapter 31 What a liar girl... (2)

[No CP] + [Group Pet] + [Cute Baby] + [Vest] + [Live Variety Show] + [System] + [Ancient Wu] + [Shuangwen]

Not long after Gu Miaomiao was born, she was bound to the ancient martial arts system. As a result, she encountered turbulent time and space and went to ancient times. She became a little heroine under the apprenticeship. When he was four and a half years old, he returned to modern times and started a journey to find relatives.

Knowing that Dingliu is going to bring his younger sister to live broadcast a variety show with his baby, netizens expressed that Dingliu’s personality will definitely collapse, and they sympathized with his sister in advance.

Scene 1: The top is lying on the bed, and the dumpling lifts the quilt

Netizen: It’s over, it’s over, Dingliu wakes up so angry, he will definitely curse

Tuanzi: Second brother, Miaomiao is very hungry, can you cook for Miaomiao?

Top stream: coming soon

Netizen: This is not the top stream I know!

Scene 2: The top-ranking grabs the ingredients and falls into the water

Netizen: Top class black history, take a screenshot quickly

Tuanzi: Second brother, don’t be afraid, Miaomiao is here to save you

A simple floating on the water, the dumpling landed safely with the top stream, and the other hand was still holding a vegetable basket

Netizen: Hurry up and take a screenshot of Miao Miao Heroine’s highlight moment!

Scene 3: Children collect ingredients in the village

Netizen: The top class will definitely urge my sister to collect more points and perform well

In fact, a top streamer followed secretly, for fear that his sister would be bullied.

Netizen: So you are such a top class!

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“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!]

Yu Youyao had a nightmare. In her dream, she was married to the Marquis’ son, Song Mingzhao, and had become a mere medicine-human for her third sister, Yu Jianjia. After having blood extracted from her heart for three years, Yu Youyao’s life was nearing its end, so her wrist was slit and she died just like that.

Upon waking up, her heart thumped wildly and she decided to choose the first man she saw to escape that tragic fate. Thus, she clung onto the leg of her maternal cousin who had come all the way from the You Kingdom. “Cousin, I’ll be good to you for the rest of my life.”

Zhou Linghuai looked at the girl nestled in his arms. She had a lovely face and puppy eyes. Despite his usual ruthlessness, he suddenly found himself unable to reject her. And so, he became Yu Youyao’s protector, helping her to take revenge on those who bullied her, fend off the schemes of others, and reject all of her suitors. He even helped her attain glory and magnificence.

Once Yu Youyao reached adulthood, events started to progress according to her dream. The Marquis’s son, Song Mingzhao, had indeed come to request for her hand in marriage. However, Zhou Linghuai pressed Yu Youyao against the wall and said in a low voice, “You’re mine. You can’t marry anyone else!”