Noble Pampering: Demon CEO's Relentless Entanglement - Chapter 13: Meeting Me Is Your Luck (Part 2)

A man who was once called the world strongest agent ended up becoming a teacher after his retirement to train the new generation of agents. After many years of training his disciples, he is killed at the age of 60 by the ploy of a secret organization and was reincarnated in another world with all his past memories.Though he was surprised by the magic and the strange species of that world, he adapted very fast to his condition as a newborn and took advantage of it. He acquired special magic and gained a massive amount of strength thanks to his tight discipline in order to reach his goal: resume his career as a teacher which he left halfway through in his previous life.This is the story of a man who based on the memories and the experiences of his previous life, became a teacher who travels through the world with his new students.

Mingjiao felt that she might be the most unlucky person who transmigrated through a book. She just stayed up all night and read a bloody novel about a wrong child. Daughter.
The fake daughter is a vicious female supporting role, stupid and unruly, the real daughter bullied her sister before she came back, and after the real daughter came back, she fought for favor and persecuted yin and yang.
She crossed over just in time for her family to be disappointed in her and kicked her out of the house.
Before she had time to be quiet, she encountered an assassination plot suspected of burglary.
The person who rescued her was the real daughter in a vest.
Mingjiao silently lit a cigarette, “Life is so exciting.”
I have done everything that needs to be done, it is impossible to clean up the whitewashing, and it is impossible in this life, and I can only rely on tracking down the real murderer with the real daughter to make a living.
Just chasing and chasing, life is going wrong.
The adoptive mother, who was deeply disappointed in her, said, “It’s because I didn’t protect you well that I made you suffer so much.”
The elder sister who hated her so much, “Can you trust me again?”
The younger sister who was originally indifferent to her said, “Why don’t you tell us if you have any difficulties?”
But Tang Xiaoyu, the real daughter who should hate her the most, took her hand lightly, “You said that the grace of saving life should be promised with your body.”
Mingjiao: Meow, meow, my friends, something is wrong with you.
Mingjiao, “Ahem… There are many types of physical relationships, whether to marry or marry, this matter can be discussed.”
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Tang Xiaoyu originally hated Mingjiao. She was shallow, arrogant, stupid, arrogant, vicious, and possessed countless flaws that did not match her beauty.
Until one day she rescued her in a night full of flower fragrance and blood.
A Ming Jiao wrapped in mist and countless secrets unfolded in front of her.
She still loathed her, probably hated her, yet was attracted to her, and could not stop loving her in the end.
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Mingjiao’s life in the eyes of others: an elegy of fate full of a sense of fate and burdened with too many hardships
Mingjiao’s own life in the eyes: Sand sculptures amuse the ordinary daily life of Ziren
This article can also be named “Everyone around me is a brain monster”, “I’m really just an ordinary person”
focus:
The real and fake daughters are not sisters, and they are not in the same account book.
There is a teaser system.
The core stalk has not changed, but the background has been changed, so the copywriting has also been changed.
Originally, I wanted to write a story about the blood of a wealthy family honestly, but I couldn’t write it without some fighting elements, so this article also directly mutated.
Unconventional wealthy family type novel, involving supernatural powers, martial arts, (I don’t know if there is) magic and other elements…but the background is in an overhead city.

Content tags: Ability Modern Overhead Wearing Books
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Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”

Coming out of the Ideal Human Project, Mizuhara Ayato was referred to as the 'perfect human'. However, life was not so simple for this unfortunate boy. Stuck between other genius students and a meritocratic high school, Mizuhara would find himself unable to live a calm life.

Who really is Mizuhara Ayato?

Apathetic, listless and uncaring, will anyone ever make Mizuhara feel something? Even in the harsh conditions of the Tachibana System, he shows no signs of struggle.

Is he the ultimate proof that nurture is stronger than nature?

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Sara Fujiharu, the cutest girl in the school, is also known as the 'Seatmate Bully'. Every few weeks, the class seating changes and every time, Fujiharu-san gets a new target. What's her goal? To make the boy sitting next to her fall in love, and once she does, she destroys their heart, crushing their love.

Why does she do this? I still don't know.

It's March 23rd, the day of the seating change. So far, ten boys have fallen for her traps, her playful attitude, and her innocent face. Not a single boy so far has managed to brush off her attacks-and every single time; their weak hearts have been crushed.

Now it's my turn.

However, my heart is not so easily played with.