I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired - Chapter 54: garry

Three thousand years ago, Bai Qiuran, who was extremely talented, was accepted as a disciple by the founder of Qingming Sect, and the young Taoist began to cultivate the path of immortality.

I’ve took the role of ‘that person’ who passed away long ago, someone who bears a striking resemblance to her. In a reverse harem fantasy novel set against a military backdrop, the title “Four Crazy Guys Obsessing Over Me,” or simply “F4,” unfolds. The narrative centers around the protagonist’s first love and former comrade who descended into madness following their demise, now fixated on the female lead. However, as the one who has taken on the position of ‘that person,’ I enjoy certain privileges. Could it be that my fate involves facing death? Alternatively, survival might lead to a twist in the romantic plot, with me becoming the object of obsession instead of the female lead. Personally, I’m not inclined towards being the center of such fixation. But then… “Hey, get your act together.” “The loser falls behind and gets left behind!” “These fools need to snap out of it! Can’t they get their act together?” Romance is nowhere in sight; instead, the harsh reality of the real K-military awaits me! Before I can fully escape this predicament, I had hoped that the male leads would become obsessed with me. However, this apocalyptic world consistently shatters my expectations. To worsen matters, it appears that the male leads are gradually losing their sanity in this chaotic world. What’s the only way to break free from this absurd exploitation? Naturally, it’s through a revolution! You corrupt imperial scoundrels!

On the first day of Yun Qiao’s book reading, she was confessed by a beautiful girl in public
Yunqiao? ? ?
Yun Qiao, who came halfway, couldn’t figure out the situation, and looked confused.
Crowd (very loud): She said she likes you
! ! !
So Yun Qiao stretched out her hand under everyone’s fearful eyes.
I rely on! really have?
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Yun Qiao realized later that she had entered the teenage period of blackening and paranoid male protagonist, and became a cannon fodder male supporting female disguised as a male.
The task is not to heal the hero as imagined, to influence the hero, but to assume the responsibility of the evil villain, rob him of his money, occupy his house, and rob his woman.
#On how to attack his cp under the eyes of the paranoid male protagonist#
Yun Qiao said that he had no solution, so he could only bite the bullet
One day, I received a call from the heroine. The beauty on the phone seemed to be bullied and couldn’t help crying. Yun Qiao had no choice but to pick up the guy and do it, but I didn’t expect to be stopped by the hero halfway through.
“Why, do you like her?”
“Wait! Brother, didn’t you say you don’t like her?”
When the male protagonist heard her words, Su Bai stroked Jinsi’s eyes with his fingers, and his eyes swept over the hammer in Yun Qiao’s hand, so scared that Yun Qiao immediately let go of his hand, listening to the constant ringing of the phone in his pocket, Yun Qiao wanted to cry without tears
“Brother, let me go first… save her… can you save my sister-in-law?”
#Clearly it’s you who said you don’t like her#
#Man’s heart sea needle#
One-heartedly flirting with straight ball girl × frail abstinence paranoid beauty
The ps heroine is not weak, but the brain circuit is a bit strange and cute

Content tags: near the water tower, travel through time and space, women disguised as men, campus
Search keywords: Protagonist: Yun Qiao Pei Yu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: The hero and heroine both love me
Purpose: face up to difficulties and challenge yourself

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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.”