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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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255, I really want to draw Mo Shangjun [First Update]_1

Duan Zimu, who had been sitting at his desk earlier, had already stood up and taken a couple of steps towards Mo Shangjun's desk.

He put his hands in his pockets, slightly lowered his head, and swept his gaze over the flag in Mo Shangjun's hands before looking at her with a smile brimming with amusement.

"Should I make a token effort to praise your creativity?" Duan Zimu asked teasingly, his smile deepening.

"Thanks, but no thanks," Mo Shangjun said as she stood up and calmly returned her gaze, "no need."

Duan Zimu's gaze once again fell on the flag in Mo Shangjun's hands.

It was truly... indescribable.

The flag must have been bought from outside, a very ordinary triangle flag, but it was pasted with four big characters—

[Go Team A.]

Yes, it was for Ji Ruonan's Team A, not Mo Shangjun's Team B.

This was prepared for Team A.

In other words, Mo Shangjun had assumed from the start that Team A would lose and thus had prepared in advance.