greenwood cemetery

Our MC transmigrated into trash and is now works in a cemetery. Excellent plot development and well balanced with comedic undertones. A recommended read.

This novel is Amazing that writer show all the small things in details and also show the adventures of love life after marriage, the cemetery of the couple is amazing??

705 Accidentally Caught a Cold Godfather Of Champions 首页 turn off the light Eye Protection Font：Big Middle Small Previous Index Next Add Bookmarks The next day, Greenwood was slightly surprised to see Chen Jian run up to him with a ball at his feet at North Wilford. "Chen, what are you doing?" "I'm practising my first touch, Manager Greenwood." Chen Jian kicked the ball upwards using his heel and began to juggle it with his feet as he stopped to talk with Greenwood. Greenwood smiled at the sight of Chen Jian practising. "Still, you didn't need to practise while you make your way here, right?" Chen Jian shook his head. "I can't think of what else I can do besides this. I don't have much time left, Manager Greenwood. I have barely five months left. I must…" he paused for a moment, "The training time is limited. So I am making use of the time when I come here and when I go home to practise my first touch." Greenwood looked at the boy from China. In truth, he did not understand why Twain got so angry at Chen Jian yesterday. However, it was not a question that he needed answers for. The incident only made him increasingly interested in Chen Jian. "All right. You might have added extra practice items for yourself, but don't expect your training regime later to become lesser as a result." Chen Jian nodded. "That'd be for the best, Manager Greenwood." He wanted to bid farewell to Greenwood as he finished his words, but was stopped. "Chen, tell me. What are your aspirations? To be more exact, why did you come here to go through a year of practice?" "To become a professional footballer." Chen Jian replied without hesitation. "Where do you want to play in?" Chen Jian hesitated this time round. "If… I can play in Britain or Europe, that'd be for the best. Even if I can't, I'd still like to be able to play in other countries." "What about your home country?" Chen Jian froze. "I…" He did not know how to answer the question. He was a Chinese and was undoubtedly patriotic. Nonetheless, he was well aware of the state of football in China and the standard of play in their so-called 'professional leagues', namely the Chinese Super League and the China League One. In the end, he responded with apparent conviction, "I will not return to China to play professional football." Greenwood nodded his head to signal that he understood. He knows a little about the standard of football in China due to the presence of Dunn, Sun Jihai and the 'China Hand' [1] Tony Twain in the team. The environment in China was certainly not ideal for someone who desires to play professional football. Greenwood patted Chen Jian on the shoulder. "Continue working hard. You still have five more months." Chen Jian was working hard to push down the wall that was in his way. 　　※※※ After he had given Chen Jian a dressing-down in the rain, Twain woke up to a headache the following morning. However, he did not pay much attention to it. He ate his breakfast and rested for a bit before heading out to Wilford to work. Twain had only stood by the side of the training grounds for a short while when he felt like he could not hold on any longer. He did not sneeze, did not have a runny nose, and was not coughing either. All he had was a headache and it felt as though something wanted to rush out from his temple. It felt swollen and painful and it affected his thought process. He also felt debilitated. The muscles on his back were sore, and he felt chilly. He turned around, walked to the back and leaned against the pillar that propped up the sunshade, wanting to rest for a bit. Kerslake had a whistle to his mouth as he directed the players' training on the pitch, while Dunn was making preparations for the next training item off the pitch. Dunn realized that Twain was not standing at the spot he last saw him at. Finding it odd, he turned his head and looked behind. He saw Twain leaning weakly against the pillar with his head shaking left and r

Ordinary couple,not too dark story,love it,enjoy it,wish they can write more on the ml friends and what they are upto.wonder how the young man died or who the man at the cemetery is.Though I feel like he is a Qi

Our MC is a vampire, who is being kicked out by the mayor and told to earn some money. And so, we encounter a funeral home and cemetery run by a vampire. Decent plot and pacing, but the transition can be awkward at times.