MTL - Best Actor - Chapter 5 Reality

Jiang Shuyi is done.
Dahuo A cried uncontrollably, and threatened to hate his Omega advisor Wen Yao to death.
In order to relieve his worries, Jiang Shuyi got so drunk that he opened his eyes and went back to 18 years ago!
After Jiang Shuyi transmigrated into the second-generation ancestor who was a professor in high school, 18-year-old Wen Yao fell into Jiang Shuyi’s arms.
At this moment, Wen Yao just differentiated into Omega
Rose-flavored pheromones filled the entire space.
Jiang Shuyi panicked: It’s impossible for me to tag her…
Afterwards, Jiang Shuyi knelt down in front of Wen Yao in shame.
“Teacher, Wen Yao, I will take responsibility for you!”
“No need.”
Wen Yao turned around in a distant manner, and disappeared from her field of vision neatly.
Jiang Shuyi: This woman is really indifferent.
But later, Jiang Shuyi discovered:
When Wen Yao is in heat, he always likes to hug her and not let go.
Wen Yao would secretly hide her clothes and sleep with her at night.
Wen Yao only has her phone number in her phone.
Jiang Shuyi: Huh? I have reasonable doubts…
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Jiang Shuyi, the second ancestor of Chengbei High School, has not been quite right recently.
He stopped fighting, climbed over walls, and skipped classes, and his grades jumped to the second place in his grade.
And tons of Omegas confessing to her.
When the school beauty Jiang Shuyi once chased confessed to her, everyone thought it was safe.
As a result, that night, someone saw Wen Yao, the first in the third grade, in the laboratory, pushing her down on the table.
“Jiang Shuyi, do you want to accept that Omega?” Wen Yao asked coldly.
But the mechanical pencil in her hand was on Alpha’s carotid artery.
Jiang Shuyi immediately sat up and kissed the tears streaming down Wen Yao’s face. Frightened, she moved her neck away.
“Teacher, professor! I only have you!”
“What did you call me?”
“Baby!” Jiang Shuyi hurriedly changed his words nervously, “Baby! I only have you!”

Little Sun Cub Sand Sculpture Alpha X Tsundere High Mountain Flower Xueba Omega
Jiang Shuyi X Wen Yao
Lemon Balm Alpha X Rose Omega
1. There are private settings
2. Protagonist A is a young art genius, and protagonist O is a medical professor
3. No second set of organs
4. Protagonist A has social arrogance
5. The original age difference is 12, now the same age
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- Description from novelbuddy

Shao Xian went back in time to when he was ten years old and met his pitiful old enemy. He wanted to personally train him so that when the other grew up, he wouldn’t turn against him.

But he didn’t expect that this old enemy would turn sweet and sticky after being taken care of.

It was just that this little sweet cake was too insecure and often, golden beads of tears would drip.

As soon as he cried, Shao Xian was helpless, and of course, he would want to give him everything.

—

On the way to an auction, Shao Xian died in a car accident.

Before he died, he thought, Fu Baizhou must be very pleased without him being present to mix things up.

After all, in Yan City, Fu Baizhou shocked everyone with a name of being cruel and ruthless.

Only one person dared to confront him.

When he opened his eyes again, he was wearing a custom suit, reexperiencing his tenth birthday.

He saw a dirty little boy being ridden on like a horse. He suddenly remembered the rumors that had been circulating widely in his previous life. It was about the tragic childhood of a ruthless man surnamed Fu.

- Description from Novelupdates

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”