MTL - My Beloved Concubine Only Wants to Eat Melons - Chapter 54

Vid: My time at Hogwarts is only seven years, and excluding holidays, that's only 266 weeks! Even if I could thoroughly read one book a week, 266 weeks is only 266 books! How many Magic Books are there in the Hogwarts library? Thousands upon thousands!Time waits for no one, so how can I not seize the time to study?! I will not allow anyone to disrupt my study environment—not even the Dark Lord!

A radiant spectrum of colors descends upon Earth, as all humanity traverses to the Celestial Dao World, vying with the Cosmic Ten Thousand Races.As all living creatures are engulfed in the fear of survival, Yi Tian receives the lottery wheel.“Ding! Five-Star draw complete, acquired Divine-level Spiritual Object, Seven-Color Gourd seed!”“Ding! Four-Star draw complete, acquired SSS-level talent, Mountain Lifting and Cauldron Carrying!”“Ding! Three-Star draw complete, acquired SS-level Spiritual Object, Water of Life!”

This is actually the story of a teenager who, after the devastating and spartan-like training of his crazy cool/Gong teammate, turned into a super amazing point guard that could blow up the skies even though he may seem low-key on the surface.

Also, Nie Chuan is Reese’s first love.

Nie Chuan: I’ve decided to promote you to becoming my best friend!

Reese: If I can be your best friend, it just means that you have no friends.

Nie Chuan: Hey! How could you say that! Do you know what it means to be my best friend?!

Reese: I’m sleeping.

Nie Chuan: It means that when I get married, my bride may not necessarily be her, but my groomsman must be…

Reese: The groom must be me.

Nie Chuan: What– you want to snatch my bride away?! You’re too inhumane!

Reese: Sleep.

- Description from Novelupdates

After a brutal day on the construction site,Jaxon collapsed onto his cot with nothing but sore muscles, a cheap dinner, and a phone in hand. Out of boredom, he picked up one of those mindless urban web novels—complete with arrogant young masters, all-powerful protagonists, and women falling in love every other chapter.“Who writes this garbage?” he muttered, tossing his phone aside and cursing the story, the characters, and the plot that made no damn sense.Then he woke up inside it.Not as the protagonist.Not even as comic relief.He’s the villain—the arrogant heir of a wealthy family destined to be publicly humiliated, slapped down by the protagonist over and over again.