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Signing-In: The Lazy Moon Goddess

Yue Xuexia is just an ordinary salted fish that rarely lives in her house, but suddenly one day she woke up, received a sign-in system, and thought she was dreaming. The sign-in system rewarded her with multiple things, including houses, money, cars, and talent scrolls, which led her to the life of the richest lady in the world. She could sign in once a day. One morning, with her eyes groggily and blurry, Xuexia was welcomed by a holographic screen only she could see. Yes, like the ones in the novels and manga. Ding! Xuexia waves her hand in the empty air and mumbles, "Noisy, I told you to turn off the damn alarm, whoever owns it!" When a robotic voice lingered near her ears saying, Signed in successfully. Congratulations to the host, and you've received [1 Million RMB in cash!] Xuexia, who is currently in need of great money, was in disbelief as she looked at the words one million and laughed. "Heh~ even in my dream, I was wishing to receive free money. What nonsense, let's go back to sleep. Yue Xuexia was about to close her eyes back to sleep when the old touch screen phone near her pillow vibrates. Bzzt~ Bzzzzzt~ "Urg~ who the hell is calling now?" complained Yue Xuexia in her half-asleep state. She picked up the phone only to see a message notification saying the following words: [Your bank card account ending with 5567 had received a deposit transfer from XXXX at 6:45 am. You had received a 1 million deposit and your current saving balance is 1,003,000.00 RMB (Autumn Field landbank)] Yue Xuaxia mumbled in disbelief and said, "Fucking hell! This is awesome." Who doesn’t like free things?~' This lady wants it too!!!
Nilphy · 1M Views

Between Work And Screens

Elliot Hale had always preferred the shadows. At work, he was practically invisible: the man who quietly turned chaos into order without asking for praise. No one remembered his birthday, and his desk was strategically tucked into the corner of an open-plan office, like a detail everyone had forgotten about halfway through designing the building. And that was fine with him. Being overlooked meant being safe. But online, in the quiet hum of his favorite forum, he wasn’t invisible. He wasn’t “that guy from the finance department.” He was “TailoredTips,” the anonymous go-to guru for anyone in need of advice. Love troubles? He’d solved them. Wardrobe crises? He’d turned fashion disasters into triumphs. A friend’s floundering confidence? Restored with a few typed words. It was the one place where he could say what he truly thought, uncensored and unapologetic. That’s where he first met her. Of course, he hadn’t known it was her at the time. The woman who called herself “Vee” on the forum was smart, funny, and refreshingly candid. She spoke about her life as if she were untangling a knot no one else could see, venting about her “unruly employees” or her endless schedule of social events. But beneath her polished tone, Elliot could sense her loneliness, her need for something real in a world that expected perfection. For weeks, they talked. First in public threads, then in private messages. Their connection was instant and electric, sparking late-night conversations that blurred the line between strangers and confidants. He became her anchor, her secret adviser. And every time she asked him to meet in person, he gently deflected, keeping the fragile boundary between their two worlds intact. Because Vee wasn’t just anyone. She was Victoria Langley, the CEO of his company. The woman whose voice could silence a room. The woman who, just hours ago, had stood in the center of their office, sharp heels clicking against the marble floor as she delivered a scathing critique of his department’s latest report. She hadn’t even glanced his way. Why would she? He was nobody to her. And yet, that same evening, she had messaged him online, desperate for advice on what to wear to a gala, thanking him for being her “lifeline” when no one else seemed to understand her. Elliot stared at the glowing screen of his laptop, his heart thudding in his chest. He should stop. This was dangerous. Reckless. Every time he gave her advice—every time he offered her a piece of himself—he was tightening a noose around his own neck. But then she sent another message. Vee: “I don’t know what I’d do without you. Sometimes I think you’re the only person who really sees me.” His fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling. He typed out a reply. TailoredTips: “I’m just glad I can help. You’re stronger than you think, Vee.” He hit send and leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. Two lives. Two versions of himself. And one impossible secret. Elliot knew it was only a matter of time before his world came crashing down.
Wintwrites_forfun · 56 Views

The Great Spaghetti Incident [GSTRDB]

A Note from Barnaby Twiddlepot Dear Reader, Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Barnaby Twiddlepot—inventor, dreamer, and, some might say, the architect of one of the most infamous culinary catastrophes in history: The Great Spaghetti Incident. It is a tale as tangled and twisted as the spaghetti it spawned, and I feel both duty-bound and curiously delighted to tell you my side of the story. This book is not merely an account of the absurd events that unfolded in Flipsville that fateful summer. No, it is a testament to ambition gone awry, to the sheer unpredictability of invention, and to the fragile boundary between genius and madness. What began as an innocent attempt to revolutionize dinner parties ended with an entire town engulfed in a wave of pasta-shaped pandemonium. Through these pages, you will witness my humble beginnings, the birth of the Spaghettifier, and the escalating chaos that turned my quaint little backyard laboratory into ground zero for an unprecedented incident. You will laugh, you will cringe, and perhaps you will even find yourself questioning your next plate of spaghetti. This is not merely my story. It is the story of a town, a machine, and a series of events that would forever etch the name Flipsville into the annals of culinary history. I have done my best to recount the events faithfully, but let me assure you, the truth is stranger than any fiction I could ever concoct. So, prepare yourself, dear reader, for a journey into the absurd. As you turn these pages, remember: no noodle is ever just a noodle, and sometimes, the simplest ideas can spiral completely out of control. Bon appétit... and good luck. Yours in tangled ambition, Barnaby Twiddlepot Inventor, accidental calamity maker, and reluctant chronicler of the Great Spaghetti Incident.
Screen_Gaming · 654 Views
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