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The National Goddess Reborn

After her rebirth, she went from the Commander of the Apocalyptic World to the useless second daughter of the Nian family from the upper-class society! 'Trash', 'stupid, and 'useless' were the typical labels the rich daughters of other families stuck on her. In the past, the Host was often framed by her manipulative sister. While her stepmother tried to seize her inheritance rights, her scumbag of a father wanted her dead more than anything in the world. Since her rebirth, Nian Yue has been settling old scores one by one. “Don't be anxious, everyone! I will slay you one by one!” From then on, she became the top scorer, the champion racer and even the god of investment! He was the Fu family's Ninth Young Master. He was handsome, violent, moody, and had an androgynous face. Many women flocked to him, but everyone knew that under that countenance was a devil that killed people like they were flies. Initially, it was thought that this devil would be arrogant and aloof all his life and would never have eyes for anyone. However, everyone’s jaw dropped when they witnessed the devil trailing behind the Nian family's Second Miss, wheedling and asking for hugs!

Lu Yiyi · Urban
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323 Chs

Does Your Wrist Still Hurt?

Editor: Atlas Studios

There was no one she knew in this era.

An indiscernible depth flashed past her eyes. Nian Yue bent down to pick up her school blazer and put it on. She turned around and asked Wang Zhizhi, "Are you done with your work?"

Wang Zhizhi kept the shock in her heart and turned around to pack her things before leaving with Nian Yue.

She and the study committee member were responsible for writing and beautifying the text. Since she had finished her work, she could leave.

On the other hand, the study committee member who had not said anything looked at the two of them leave with a complicated expression.

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Nian Yue and Wang Zhizhi had agreed to go to the hospital that day. Madam Wang had been hospitalized for a period of time and her condition was improving.

Nian Yue had one hand in her pocket and her backpack was casually slung over her shoulder. She looked a little nonchalant.