Major League System - Chapter 966: Detroit vs Seattle (2)

Who said that virtual online games are outdated?

Cold-blooded competition, warm daily life, clouds of beauties, all brothers, isn’t that pretty?

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A famous website had a live farm channel with a very special anchor. In the fish pond where he worked, the smallest fish was at least a meter long. Whenever people got close to them, the fish used their tails to smack them.

Visitors felt that it was impossible for someone to eat one of these fish in their lifetime.

Then one day, Yan Ran arrived at the fish pond. This new boss was not only beautiful and exquisite, but also an excellent chef. After that, the style of the show changed.

“This fish is too fat, it will affect its health. It can be made into sweet and sour fish!

“The weather’s been very cold recently, so the grass carp might struggle to survive. I’ll make them into boiled fish!”

“Urgh, how can catfish whiskers roll like noodles? The ugliness is blinding! Well, lets braise them!”

One day when Yan Ran was about to eat a live fish on his show, a big glowing fish appeared in his tank.

Live visitors: ▼_▼

Koi King( Koi : A fish that represents good luck): ▼_▼

Yan Ran: So big, needs two grills, one for salty and one for spicy! [JPG(Picture): Excited Cat Ears]

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Lynn traversed the multiverse and was reborn as a half-blood devil.Fortunately, he awakened a system that allowed him to...

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late.I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan—“Mommy?”I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.”“Mommy!”I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?”He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world.My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?”I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside.I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game.Well, we may just survive this mess after all.Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes.I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival.For Leo and me.Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.