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The Return of the God Level Assassin [BL]

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

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THE DEATH OF 'LUO YAN'

"YOUR name is Luo Yan?" Rong Shun asked.

The shift in Rong Shun's expression was the chance Luo Yan was waiting for.  "Does Teacher know of someone with the same name?" he asked in the most natural way possible.

"Why do you ask?"

Luo Yan walked out behind Shen Ji Yun before he answered Rong Shun's question.  "Because you looked like you remembered someone when I suddenly mentioned my name." 

Shen Ji Yun looked at the professor.  He didn't notice any significant change in his expression.  So, he couldn't understand what the rabbit meant.  Maybe it's because Luo Yan was probably more sensitive than him when it came to other people's emotion.  Well, anyone would probably be more sensitive than him.  Especially since he hardly understood emotions – the others and even his own.

"Do I really?" Rong Shun asked, holding his chin as if thinking hard.