MTL - Be the Golden Finger for the Actress’ Rival - ~ In the first carriage, there is a QR code hanging on the chest, responsible for selling tickets and collecting money.

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【】Everything is true, stop false propaganda】
[The characters are just opponents and teammates before they become adults. The relationship line begins when both parties are adults, and the finale will confess their hearts]
[Although there is a little daily life of playing games, it is actually just a youth pain literature, without the slightest popular science content]
[The full text is empty, privately set up like a mountain, the author does not know how to play badminton, and has no relevant work experience, please enter carefully if you mind]
[Primary school students’ writing style, out-of-class contestants, all logic is only for the plot, please enter carefully if you mind]
[No prototype, no substitutions]
[If you see something you don’t like, please stop the loss in time, thank you, see you next time if you have a chance]
——All of the above are acceptable and then read the copy——
When Xie Shi’an was eighteen years old, she won the championship of the national competition and went straight to the World Championships. The girl is full of ambitions and her future is boundless.
On New Year’s Eve that year, she and her friends faced the rushing river and made a wish.
“I want to make it to the World Championships!”
“I want to be admitted to the ideal university!”
“Then I want to win the National Swimming League Championship!”
“I want a grand slam!”
“Then I will bless my friends’ wishes to come true!”
Later, Xie Shi’an, who was deeply grateful, had a life-and-death teacher and friend, suffered from injuries and illnesses, and did not win a Grand Slam until she retired. Fortunately, there was a bean sprouts by her side.
Jian Changnian became a monk halfway and was picked up by Coach Yan back to the provincial team. When he first arrived in the provincial team, he was dubbed “bean sprouts”.
She is weak and unconfident, but she has an impossible person in her heart.
After Xie Shi’an retired, she became the first female athlete in the country to win the Badminton Grand Slam.
It’s her fifth year since winning a Grand Slam.
The first domestic documentary about athletes, “Meteor”, was released and won the Best Documentary Award at the Berlin Film Festival.
At the end of the film, a line of small characters appeared.
“I would like to dedicate this film to all struggling souls.”
Badminton·Double Heroines·Two Ways to Go·HE
Genius x hardworking, three years old.
“The wind will change the trajectory of the badminton flight, and my landing point is you.”
ps: “Deep kindness, life and death, mentor and friend” comes from “Golden Hazel Song (Two Songs)” by Gu Zhenguan in the Qing Dynasty
Content tags: strong urban love industry elite inspirational life
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jian Changnian, Xie Shi’an ┃ Supporting roles: several ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

Accidentally reborn, Xu Wanwan realized that she was living in a novel and was currently the unlucky cannon fodder, while the fake daughter of a wealthy family was the extremely lucky original female lead!

Her birthright was stolen? 'Sure, take it.'

Her parents were stolen? 'I don't need them anymore.'

Her luck was stolen? 'Well this is the easiest to deal with, I'll just find the luckiest person in the novel and rub some off him!'

Cue Li Jingran, pretty much the embodiment of luck. The closer you got to him, the luckier you became.

There was no way she was going to let such a plug-in slip through her fingers.

As she rubbed off his luck, she regained her good grades, her beauty, her status, and even her horrible parents who were now filled with regret and wanted to reinstate her.

Li Jingran pulled her into his arms domineeringly and said, "Where did this trash come from? Leave my darling alone!"

Xu Wanwan, "I thought I was supposed to be the evil villainess? Why am I so professional at lovey-dovey behavior?"

My past life: Ordinary. Mediocre.

“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.

“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.

Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.

Then we looked around.

“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”

Thud!

One by one, they fall to the floor.

Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.