MTL - Dianxia Qingcheng - Chapter 225 Extra: 9

When her father passed away, her mother married into a large family. She thought it'll be a new beginning of her life, but it only brought her an substitute marriage to a disabled husband her step-sister didn't want.On the second day of their marriage, the noble and aloof man said indifferently, “Divorce or live as a widow, choose one.”She pulled off his suit pants and touched his firm and sexy thigh, “I choose the third option!”Latter, she used her medical skills to healing and saving people, including her disabled husband, who turned out to be a hidden billionaire!Nobles and celebrities sought medical advice, flocking to her like ducks.Those who humiliated her regretted it deeply, begging for mercy on their knees.The billionaire smiled proudly, “My wife is a treasure, only her husband knows it!”She rubbed her waist and gritted her teeth, “Didn't you say that you wanted a divorce and warned me to stay away from you?”

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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My name is Toru Kurosawa and I am 25 years old.
I have another name, Toruya Karasuma, because there is a mysterious old man in the family, and for some inconvenient reasons, I personally don’t like to use this name.
Now I just returned to Japan from Italy, and my first stop decided to visit the industry I was planning to retire, a cafe I bought before I left the country. The name seems to be Poirot?
Even though when I was 18, I went to Italy to study abroad for seven years because of my rebellion, and was called back by an inexplicable phone call to inherit the family business, it did not change my dream of running a coffee shop!
Think about it, you don’t have to wake up early and wake up naturally every day, sit in your own coffee shop and drink a delicious latte, and you can study recipes when you have nothing to do. What a wonderful life!
As for groups and organizations?
The manager’s salary is so high, don’t you want to do it if you don’t manage the group well for me?
Who would want to accept an organization that has been turned into a sieve by undercover agents!
Stepping into Poirot, he looked at a certain blond, dark-skinned person who seemed familiar to me to say hello. I pondered: Will the salted fish life I want come true?
Brother help! I am surrounded by red squares!
Reading Instructions / Demining:
1. The first person of the copy, the third person of the text
2. The protagonist is neither pure black nor red. It can be understood as neutral and black. He has a wine name but has hardly participated in organizational activities.
2021.11.19 Added mine clearance: Qin Ye has private settings related to the protagonist. Other members of the organization also have private settings. There may also be magical changes to the winery-related settings, and the winery will eventually be resolved and will not be changed. But not all personnel will be resolved. Mind not to enter.
3. Some characters may be ooc
4. The male protagonist in the last sentence of the copy
5. Comprehensive world, any changes in details are all self-designed, don’t go into details
6. The protagonist has already entered the retirement period in Italy, so he is inclined to the daily trend. The author strives to improve his writing (holding his head, I really think about the plot seriously)
2021/8/28 

Content tags: Comprehensive manga, tutor, juvenile manga, Conan
Search keyword: Protagonist: Kurosawa Tetsuya (Karasawa Tetsuya) ┃Supporting role: Gin ┃Others:

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Chu Qianze turned the pen in his hand in a circle and smashed it against the drum next to him, the loud drum sound resounding around him.

Facing the two people who looked over at him together, he pulled out a polite smile, which was very dazzling under the neon light.

“I’m sorry, you are ruining my eyes.”

Later:

Feeling the gazes of the people around him, the flashing lights that flared from time to time, and a few gasps, Chu Qianze’s mouth twitched: “Is this a new way to surprise people?”

***

Chu Qianze, who had just arrived in the world and was getting acquainted with his surroundings, was inexplicably pulled by a man and was held in his arms.

“I already have someone I like; it’s him!”

Chu Qianze looked at the person blankly, but saw that the other person turned his eyes away, his breath a little disordered.

“..?”

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