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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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Mo Shangjun silently acquiesced, causing Liang Zhiqiong to feel defeated and honestly join An Chen in "reviewing".

There were too many proper nouns, especially those relating to the plants commonly used in the forest; she needed to remember each one clearly. Initially, the terminology would muddle her mind, but under An Chen's detailed explanations, she actually started to develop a solid memory of them.

One-thirty.

Gradually, more trainees started filling the classroom.

Mo Shangjun, who had been closing her eyes as if dozing, slowly opened them and tapped her fingers on the table, nonchalantly reminding the two of them.

Liang Zhiqiong nervously looked at An Chen.

"It's possible," An Chen nodded at Liang Zhiqiong, then withdrew his gaze.

He sat back down in his own seat, looked at Mo Shangjun with an inscrutable expression, "Need the notebook?"

"No need."