MTL - My Funny Consort - Chapter 514 Pillow wind

Do you still remember Contra’s secret skill to summon 30 lives?

Do you remember the excitement when Pokemon caught Pikachu?

Do you remember the location of the hidden mushrooms in Super Mario?

Do you still remember the hard work of farming in Ranch Story?

Do you still remember the blood-warming series?

Tank Wars on FC, Bomberman, Double Dragon, Cat and Mouse, Red Fortress, Jackie Chan Kick Hall… The King of Fighters on GBA, Metal Slug, Golden Sun, Naruto, One Piece, Ace Attorney, Fire Emblem… This one A familiar name, buried many of our childhood memories.

And the Fruit Ninja, Plants vs. Zombies, Fishing Master and Angry Birds of Android phones have brought us much joy.

Warning, because the movie world, arcade world, and large game world have been excessively damaged, the data is currently being reset! The dream space is opened this time, and the selected scenes are:

FC red and white machine world, GBA handheld world, and Android phone world!

- Description from novelbuddy

Eighty years ago, Qi Shijiang was a crosstalk artist who was a good performer.

Eighty years later, he borrowed a body to resurrect himself in the entertainment circle.

Despite living again, it’s really not easy to reenter the old profession.

As far as this face is concerned, no one believes that he is talking about crosstalk. No one believes that he does not rely on his face to eat.

– What is the use of this magnificent beauty? ?

- Description from Novelupdates

He is very cold and passionate, Mu Yanwang, who means what he says. He has always regarded women as dirt but she, he has only spoiled her.

“Hey, Yoshi-kun. I think you’re——”

Hearing that voice for the first time stopped me in my tracks. On my way home from school. On the playing field of our junior high, and at the bookshop in front of the station. And then in the empty lot where the white cat slept. Shiina Yuki, the strange girl who somehow knew all about me, always approached me like that.

We laughed, cried, got angry, held hands. Again and again, we repeated those disappearing memories and ephemeral promises. That’s why I never knew. I never knew the value of Yuki’s smiles or the meaning of her tears. Nor even the singular sentiment behind her many ‘Nice to meet you’s.

This is a captivating, heartrending tale of meetings and partings.