Transmigration: Life As A Ger In Ancient Times With My Mystical Snake - Chapter 134: Part 2

Jiang Qiuqiu, a 21st-century food blogger, transmigrates to the interstellar era, completely broke and with nothing to her name.To make a living, a food streamer named Jiang Jiujiu burst onto the scene in the Federation's food livestreaming section, attracting countless bigwigs and hundreds of millions of Federation fans!#Shocking! The fan ranking of a certain streamer in the food section is practically a Federation Central TV press conference!!!#Number one on the list is the Imperial Blade, Admiral Mo Si!Number two is the Head of the Cabinet, Lord Jones!Numbers three to twenty are filled by the Federation's 18 war-faring generals!Everyone: !!!???Jiang Qiuqiu originally just wanted to cook to make a living, but she never expected to accidentally become famous, enlist in the army, save a legion, and pick up a husband.One day, a short video blew up the Federation's network. In the video, the Federation's hottest internet celebrity, Jiang Jiujiu, was directing the tall, handsome, and imposing Imperial Blade, Admiral Mo Si—with the very hands that had detonated the Insect Queen—to hold a kitchen knife and chop radishes! She also stated: “She has finally found a man who will cook for her.”Countless people sobbed over this beautiful love story!-[Gentle and Sweet Food Blogger x The Great Admiral Who Personally Cooks for the Gentle and Sweet Food Blogger]

Xin Yan was betrayed in her past life, brutally killed by her boyfriend and her best friend.But she didn't expect to get reincarnated.“In this life, I will plot my revenge against those who have harmed I and my family,” Xin Yan vowed.“Darling, don't you need me to help,” a coquettish male lead asked.Xin Yan felt her scalp tingle as she gritted her teeth.“Fine,” it wasn't bad to have someone take revenge on her behalf, was it?Have questions?

Attribute Classification: Overhead/Western Magic/Strong Attack/Sweet

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Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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