MTL - I, Luffy, Awaken the Sun God on the Top - Chapter 222

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

- Description from novelbuddy

A Federation Colonel with abnormal thoughts was locked in a dark room and met a little looney.

“Your whole body emits a scent that I dread (covet) and fear (desire).”

A frigid Colonel X little looney roommate: A sweet story of interstellar travel

- Description from Novelupdates

Keita Sumeragi was a man of dreams—once a hopeful mangaka who poured his soul into heartfelt tales of romance, comedy, and friendship. But the world never smiled back. Readers ignored him. Publishers laughed. And when the only offer he got was to draw the one thing he hated—NTR (Netorare)—he refused.Until life left him no choice.His wife walked out. His daughter starved. And when his first NTR manuscript was complete, the publisher gave the job to someone else.Broken, guilty, and hollow, Keita leapt from the rooftop with a bitter smile—Only to awaken in the world of his own rejected NTR manga.In this twisted realm, he’s reborn as the main protagonist—handsome, popular, and surrounded by women with all-too-familiar faces. His sweet and kind “motherly” wife resembles the wife who left him. His seductive stepsister has the same eyes as his daughter once did.In this warped erotic hell, where anyone can be seduced—teachers, aunts, even grandmothers—Keita must face his deepest guilt, his darkest fantasies, and the genre he once despised.Because in this world, NTR is fate.And the story must go on.

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