Starting from a Fake University - Chapter 392 - 247 Graphene, Material of the Future (First update, large - of 6k, asking for subscription)_1

As a gourd in the sweet day girl group, Qi Ke has countless CPs in the group, and only has a normal relationship with the captain Song Yushi, and has no sense of CP.

Three hundred cp fans on the whole network are ridiculed every day: such a difficult cp, how are your teeth?

CP Fan Buddhist Department: I said jumping off the building, then ask Lalang.

Some good people even opened a trumpet, called: Did Qi Ke and Song Yushi know each other today?

Three years later, the girl group disbanded, and Qi Ke and Song Yushi were each beautiful and continued to be unfamiliar.

Suddenly one day, a group of internal narcissists: Wait, I seem to get Qi Yu’s CP feeling.

As a result, Qi Ke and Song Yushi’s candy spots were picked out one by one.

Qi Ke’s ring was given by Song Yushi.

The wardrobes of Qi Ke and Song Yushi are shared, and the same styles are numerous.

During the second tour of Sweet day, Qi Ke mentioned the person who accompanied her through the most unknown years, and looked at Song Yushi.

In the last episode of the third season of Sweet day, the video of Song Yushi’s solo dance was shot by Qi Ke. Qi Ke voted for the most beautiful player in the team, and Song Yushi was selected.

Netizen: I won’t watch the romantic variety show next season without the two of them, so hurry up and tie it up for me!

The netizens were crazy, and the company couldn’t sit still. They found two people and proposed a marketing strategy for CP.

Song Yushi: …but we have broken up.

company:! ! !

Qi Ke: How can I do business CP with my ex-girlfriend group so that I can be in the show without letting her see that I still like her? Hurry, wait online!

half year later.

@Today Qi Ke and Song Yushi know each other: Thank you for your invitation, we are talking.

The first lead singer of the salt and the sweet x the almighty captain of the flower of Kaolin

Qiangqiang, broken mirror and reunion

Natural bend x deep cabinet

Content tags: strong, reunion, entertainment, sweet text

Search keywords: Protagonists: Song Yushi, Qi Ke ┃ Supporting roles: Pre-received “Fake Love [Entertainment Circle]” for collection ┃ Others: Tianwen, next year

One sentence introduction: and we are forced to open business

Concept: Promote team spirit, learn unity is strength.

- Description from novelbuddy

In the magical China, there are such a number of times to reject the special hiring of the world’s top hotels, and several times to reject the magical farmhouse music interviewed by international TV.

The farmhouse is located in a remote corner of the city, where no one should be interested. There are parked one car after another in front of the door, the official bowl, the star song, everyone has to get off the queue

~ “Boss ~ another one ~”
“Limit one per person!”
“I am out ten Double the money!”
“Do not sell!”

With another rich second generation sighing out, all the queues in the queue are smiling in good faith~ another person rejected by Ye boss! “Ye Boss is really a strange person with principles and rules!”

Ye Chen: With the farmhouse music system, upgrading and raising salary, welcoming Bai Fumei, embarking on the peak of life is not a dream! The system is now word: one of the two goods, the identification is completed! Everyone nodded…

- Description from Xbiquge translation

Luo Hong was standing in front of the mountain gate of Huangfeng Valley. At this moment, he had to admit the fact that he had traveled to “Mortal”.

Pushing the glasses that no longer existed, Luo Hong said categorically, “Like Old Devil Han, I am a fourth-grade pseudo-spiritual root, but I don’t have a vial. It seems that the only way I can go is to cultivate immortals scientifically!”

Why is there a bottleneck every fourth floor during the gas refining period?

How to maximize the chance of building a foundation?

How many factors affect the speed of cultivation?

How fast is Old Devil Han running?

When cultivating immortals in this world is an objective fact, then science is cultivating immortals, and cultivating immortals is science!

Deduction group: 607277622, ​​come and play, Mr. Shitu has already moved in.

- Description from novelbuddy

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.