MTL - I Am In Marvel - Chapter 648 Soul First, Promoted to Final Four

When Wei Lizhou woke up, he found that he was actually a dog licking male partner in an F4 school danmei novel. the
In the novel, Wei Lizhou, the licking dog obsessed with the protagonist, has nothing left until the end. the
The Wei family property was divided up by F4, and even his life was lost because of the protagonist. the
Wei Lizhou after awakening: Wouldn’t it be nice to be a second generation? If a good person doesn’t do it, why do you have to be a dog! the
Wei Lizhou kicked over his dog-licking script. the
When Wei Lizhou first met the protagonist Shou, the protagonist Shou and his brother Yu Yiqing were being made things difficult by a group of dudes. the
According to the original plot, Wei Lizhou was supposed to stand up for the protagonist Shou, but this time he saved the protagonist Shou’s cannon fodder brother Yu Yiqing. the
Because Yu Yiqing helped Wei’s father when Wei’s family went bankrupt in the original plot. the
Wei Lizhou always thought that he saved a poor little boy, so he protected Yu Yiqing like an old hen all day long, worried that Yu Yiqing would be bullied by the protagonist Shou and F4. the
But he didn’t know that Yu Yiqing was not only able to fight on par with the F4 families in the later stage of the original text, but also…”poor little” he had just been reborn from the previous life! the

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This is the story of a modern sailor who was accidentally reborn as a soldier of the Brazilian Expeditionary Force, and finally became the largest plutocratic family in Brazil by virtue of his foresight.

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His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

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