MTL - Legendary FBI Detective - Chapter 157 breast augmentation surgery

Traveling to Tokyo in the second year of the economic bubble, he was adopted in an orphanage at the age of twelve and became a fifth-grade pupil at Heiwa Elementary School.

There is no One Punch Man, no Conan’s nirvana when he arrives at the scene, no system, no golden finger, the only fun in life is to go fishing with Tian Kongkui, the little albino girl next door, and occasionally deliberately score zero in the test Ben Yukiko’s mother was angry.

Wrote “Walk in the White Night” famous in the world?

Sorry, too much homework, no interest, finish writing and go fishing.

How about singing “lemon” and breaking arms with Kimura Takuya, or taking part in “Love Letter” to take away the male lead role of Takashi Kashiwahara?

Please, don’t you sleep well for a while, and go fishing in the afternoon.

“School will be closed tomorrow, Tian Kongkui, remember to put on the most beautiful little white dress. I will also put on a tie and a white shirt. After meeting at three o’clock in the afternoon, I will leave on time.”

“?G? Are you going to participate in the JunonsuperBoy star draft?”

“Idiot, let’s go fishing together.”

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“People are in Tokyo, don’t fall in love”, “From the countryside of Tokyo to a national idol”, “I’m a primary school student, that’s all”, “Madam, can you sit far away from me?” “It’s better to buy karaoke money Bait, so I sang a cappella on the side of the road”

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Eric Maddox, a 70-year-old American retired football coach once hailed for his tactical brilliance, now forgotten by time—closes his eyes for what he believes is a normal nap in his quiet Florida retirement home.But when he opens them, he's not staring at ceiling tiles, instead, he's on a touchline.Wearing boots in the rain.With players running on the pitch, fans jeering behind barriers, and the smell of cheap turf pellets in the air.“What the hell is this?”He’s twenty-five again, but it’s not Earth. It’s a world where football reigns supreme. A world where the sport is religion, its practitioners, deities in cleats. Coaches are revered, players are worshipped, and even the kit man gets treated like royalty.But there's one catch: none of it is familiar. The clubs, the players, the leagues, the competitions, and even the currency—they're all different. Alien. Like waking up in a dream where the rules are the same, but the language is foreign.As if that wasn’t enough, the body he’s now in? A youth coach with a laughable win record, a looming divorce, and a measly fifty thousand in the bank that his ex-wife is fighting tooth and nail to take. All of it.Just when the spiral seems inevitable, a monotone chime pierces the noise.[Initiating Golden Finger…][…45%… 75%… 100%][System Integration Complete.][Welcome, host. You are now bound to the Pro Manager System. Objective: Dominate the Football World. A new era begins]From washed-up has-been to chosen one of destiny, Eric Maddox is about to trade arthritis pills for tactical boards, and shuffleboard for Prestigious Cup glory.Because in this world, tactics are power.And on this touchline, he’s about to become a god.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”

“Give me a bunch of adorable players, and I can easily overturn a parallel world!” - so said Reveno·Murphy·Le SenbulaPs:The titles owned by the honorable Murphy include but are not limited to counterfeit vampire, celebrated NPC role-play artist, multi-talented Dog Planner, the only savior of Transylvania, benefactor of the old continent, defender of the new continent, brave and loyal earl, irredeemable big-sister fanatic, spotless saint of the Blood race, Alpha of the Night's Guard, and so on (here ignoring the other 108 nicknames). He's indeed the homebody of the Fourth Cataclysm and the best old friend when you need to clean up a mess, thus all testers of “Real Different World,” please stand up when you see this line! Let us give Lord Murphy the highest respect!Murphy, ka-ka! Full marks!