Acabei de me preparar para o vestibular, e o sistema de revanche pós-divórcio chegou
Demônio caranguejo, estou no terceiro ano do ensino médio, e o sistema de reviravolta após o divórcio chegou vinte anos antes do previsto. [Aos trinta e oito anos, seu casamento fracassa, você está na encruzilhada da vida adulta e da meia-idade, e se lembra da amiga de infância dos tempos de juventude. Depois de se casar, vocês perderam contato e nunca mais teve notícias dela. Ao restabelecer contato com Xu Qianqian, recompensa: 300 RMB.] Jiang Nian, aos dezoito anos, olhou para a tarefa do sistema no painel e depois para Xu Qianqian, que morava na porta ao lado. Não pôde evitar de cair em reflexão. Hum... parece que esse sistema chegou cedo demais. E tem mais uma coisa: quem será a futura ex-esposa? Uh... Jiang Nian estava começando a não aguentar. Com apenas dezoito anos, no futuro ele vai se divorciar. O sistema estabelece tarefas para se vingar da ex-esposa, e Jiang Nian olha para a futura ex-esposa ainda não "corrompida" diante dele, e volta a se perder em pensamentos. Amiga de infância, futura ex-esposa, futura ex-namorada, todas versões jovens, aparecendo uma após a outra. O sistema está começando a se tornar estranho.
Acabei de me preparar para o vestibular, e o sistema de revanche pós-divórcio chegou
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Zhen Nan was a small county town in the south, its late summer unbearably hot.
Jiang Nian had just returned home and opened the refrigerator door. A wave of cold mist hit his face. He rummaged for a while and finally found a few slices of bread left from breakfast. He took a few reluctant bites, and only after something settled in his stomach did he feel somewhat revived.
His phone vibrated with a buzz—a call was coming in.
It was Le Zhi, the class’s life committee member, a flashy boy whose face was dotted with acne. This guy had added everyone in the class on QQ, claiming it was to promote unity, but in reality, he was just hungry for attention from the girls.
“Jiang Nian, Zhou Yuting is asking people out to hang. She told me to ask if you want to come?” Le Zhi’s tone was tinged with coaxing. He’d once confessed he liked Zhou Yuting.
To be honest, there weren’t many boys in class who didn’t like Zhou Yuting—including Jiang Nian himself.
Zhou Yuting had a delicate, oval face and willowy brows, a slender waist, and long legs. Beneath her summer school uniform, her figure was as soft as the gentle ridges of springtime hills. She was smart, wealthy, and served as the class academic committee member.
“No,” he replied.
“Really not going? Still hung up about her birthday party?” Le Zhi tried to persuade him. “Come on, she didn’t mean anything by it, it was just a joke.”
The mention of that birthday party made Jiang Nian bristle with anger.
Recently, Zhou Yuting had celebrated her birthday with a small
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