Gimai Seikatsu - Days With My Step Sister - Chapter 89 - 5 - February 17th (Wednesday) – Field Trip Day 1 – Asamura Yuuta

When Lu Jingyan first met Sheng Xian, a thought popped into his head: he wanted to see this man cry.Latter, Lu Jingyan cried....Lu Jingyan first met Sheng Xian in a bar, her phone had no signal, so she asked him to lend her his internet, asking him what the hotspot Wi-Fi was?He said, “Your birthday.”Lu Jingyan didn't have time to enter the password before her friends called her away.She thought that Sheng Xian using her birthday as the password meant he must like her, though he was a bit introverted. She flirted with Sheng Xian overtly and covertly for half a year before she discovered that Sheng Xian's Wi-Fi password was: nishengri...Gorgeous young heiress X youngest professor of Law SchoolSweet text.1V1.

[One Punch Man + Ghost Slayer + Chi Tong + Hokage + Spirit Cage + Pirate + Spell + Zero…]

Traveling through the One Punch Man world, Luo Yu opened the god-level deduction system.

When playing the Eight Magic Skills, I learned that I need to fight monsters to collect energy to speed up the game? But it seems that there are not enough monsters, so is it feasible to create monsters and build a monster farm?

Sykes: Everything follows the master’s will~ Miss Zhu Shi: Since it is to save the world, Zhu Shi is willing to give everything~

Orochimaru: Thinking about such a crazy idea is exciting~ Bai Yuekui: Since everything is under your control, Yuekui is also happy to help~

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.