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The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

The all-powerful boss is stripped of his identity again! One is handsome while the other is proud; the two-faced refined rascal versus a cynical girl with hidden identities. Everyone secretly jokei that Master Mo’s wife is an ignorant and incompetent little tyrant. Bad at her studies? Lu Mian emergei as the top student for science at her college entrance examination. No talent? Lu Mian shows everyone how competent she is at multitasking by playing the piano with one hand, and painting with the other during a live performance. A prodigal? She makes a small fortune in just two days with her limited knowledge. Boxing, Go chess, appraising treasures, car racing… Bring it on! She can do them all. The soft-spoken Xiao Qimo adjusts his glasses with pride. “Who else has something to say?” One of his subordinates raises his hand cautiously. “Master Mo, your wife seems to be the one who single-handedly destroyed the illegal laboratory.” Xiao Qimo looks at his wife who is quietly practicing calligraphy. “That’s impossible!” It isn’t until… During the general meeting for the International Elite Organization, both Xiao Qimo and Lu Mian wear a mask. They take the stage and succeed as the organization’s Chief and Deputy Chief, respectively. The Deputy Chief beside me looks like my wife. This is Xiao Qimo’s thought. The Chief looks like someone I know. Lu Mian is thinking the same thing, too. Soon, the newly appointed Chief is seen blocking his deputy at the ladies’ room. What happens when two strong and uncorrupted individuals fall for each other?

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Chapter 77: Why is he everywhere?

Dịch giả: 549690339

Lu Mian tidied up the test papers for a moment before glancing up at him.

"You've improved a bit," she said indifferently.

Pang Hao was overjoyed, covering his mouth to keep his voice down as he offered up his suggestion like a prized treasure, "Brother Mian, you can copy from me, I'll just leave my test paper like this."

As he spoke, he pulled his test paper to the edge of the desk, perfectly positioned so that Lu Mian seated behind could easily see and copy from it.

Lu Mian, supporting her forehead with her left hand, spoke in a light and somewhat helpless tone, "You should probably check this 1.2-point physics paper of yours again..."

"..." Pang Hao's expression resembled the end of the world, "I wrote so much."

"Yeah, so the 0.2 points are for effort."

Pang Hao looked at his mostly filled test paper—in disbelief, last time he got 12 points, and now just 1.2?

With tearful eyes, he sought help, "Brother Mian, what do you think the answer to the first question is?"