MTL - Transmigrated As Cannon Fodder To Marry - Chapter 1 Modified~

The person whom the world revolves around.

An old baseball player gets another chance to live the sport he loves, but this time as a system! The son of one of Japan's greatest pitchers has a dream to follow in his father's footsteps and become a great professional, but he has a major problem, lack of talent.Follow the journey of Shun Takahashi, a young baseball player without talent who receives the old baseball player system. Hellish training, legendary skills, impossible missions, good friends, talented rivals, and maybe luck in love. Shun and the system have a complicated relationship, but they both share the same goal, to be the greatest of all time!

[Deputy CP Fanwai’s column “Sisters of the Duan Family”, please collect it! 】
On the first day that woman joined the family behind her ex-husband, she blocked Huo Junxian in the stairwell and whispered in her ear, “Am I much better than him?”
When her pet died, he sincerely comforted her, “Don’t be sad, I can accompany you for a lifetime.”
Huo Junxian knew that she was lying and that she was a scumbag, but she was still fascinated by her sweet words.
But what the woman didn’t know was.
She shouldn’t provoke Huo Junxian, a lunatic, let alone love her forever…
In the years to come, I can’t run away, and I can’t escape…

ps:
1: Double madness, two people with character flaws!
2: The heroine will leave the first chapter! Scumbag!
3: Female 1 Female 2 has no close relationship with the scumbag ≈≈

[Thanks to Mrs. Bishui for helping to draw the picture, it’s super nice! 】

Content tags: strong urban love encounter slap in the face

Search keywords: Protagonist: Gu Siyu Huo Junxian ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:

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