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How Young Master Quan Pursues His Wife

This is a hot-blooded story. This is a story of growth. # Mo Shangjun, after an extraordinary encounter with a cunning fox, was as beautiful as a vase. Rumor had it, she was capricious, crafty, a living rogue! Ya Tianxing, the mysterious captain of the Ace Special Warfare, was as handsome as a devil. Rumor had it, he was callous, brutal, a living tyrant! In reality— Both were high-level "appearance supremacists"! The day they met, she was hanging onto Ace's shoulder with a hooligan’s flair, yet her words were earnestly persuasive, "If you want me, it's not impossible, but first, you've got to pay with your charm!" "Deal!" The gavel came down. Thus, the emotional journey of the old fox and the young rogue began amidst a different type of fervor. # This is the story of two fiends, and when fiends clash head-on, if they want to avoid a life-or-death struggle, then the only option is to enjoy a thorough feast! This is also a story of youthful ardor, with blood and tears. When the youth facing no regrets meets an increasingly powerful nation, what reason do we have not to be passionately stirred? # We love our country, so we have no regrets drenching our past weaknesses with sweat; We love our country, so we selflessly guard the lives of strangers with our blood. ——Mo Shangjun # [The Chapter of Passion] "Relying on oneself is too exhausting. Having a belief makes life a bit easier." ——What is your belief? ——You.

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176, You're About to Lose to Ji Ruonan【1 More】_1

6:10 p.m.

Dormitory Office Building, second floor.

Just as Mo Shangjun stepped onto the corridor, she heard the sound of an engine from the sports field. She paused slightly, stood in place, and looked toward the distant sports field.

Sheng Xia, with her bag on her back, stood on the sports field, appearing no larger than a thumb. A jeep drove toward her and quickly stopped. Sheng Xia opened the door and got in.

In the blink of an eye, the jeep had driven off, soon disappearing from sight.

Mo Shangjun indifferently retracted her gaze.

Whether Sheng Xia would continue to cause trouble or not, it had nothing to do with her anymore.

In any case, even if the sky fell, she would not have to bear it.

Mo Shangjun entered the office.

Duan Zimu glanced at her, stood still for a moment, and also quickly entered the office.

Statistical combat demerits and organizing each student's combat performance were things no one else could help with; it all depended solely on Mo Shangjun.