Ten years after my body was transported to Tokyo, I was unable to leave and was forced to endure exorbitant prices. I went from a young man to a middle-aged man, physically and mentally exhausted and lost. I gave myself a name that sounded like a curse: Yashiro Youliang, but I still couldn't withstand the harsh realities of society. I felt I was truly doomed. Just when I thought my life was utterly hopeless, the system finally appeared. It wanted me to make something like "Nijigasaki Academy" great again, claiming it was the Bondoly World and I was the chosen traitor among the Bondoly characters. But… I had no idea what Bondoly was, let alone Nijigasaki Academy. What was this system doing? Wait a minute, what's with deducting money from my account for every band's event? What does it mean when they run out of money, they'll have to bleed me dry? What does it mean the more people watch the show, the more money they deduct? And why are all the tasks for earning Star Stones in this game so incomplete?! Toyokawa Shoko, Nagasaki Motoyo, Chihaya Aine, and this flashy Maruyama Aya—aren't they all high school girls? This is FIFA!

This is a fan-made work featuring Team Eevee. It's just something I did on a whim, so feel free to read it casually. I'd be happy if you all liked it. The main character is Luo Chen, an ordinary shiny Eevee. As for what kind of story will unfold, I have no idea... (Su is a transmigrator with no precognitive abilities who transmigrated into... a virus? Oh well, as long as he can keep things peaceful in the Pokémon world, that's fine.)

In the bustling tavern, a bard sang the legend of a dragon-slaying hero by the fire, while several adventurers gathered together to play monster cards. Mali finished the remaining capsule coffee in his thermos and said to the half-elf girl beside him, "Let's go, it's time to go," the kind waitress warned. "But there's a group of vicious snake-men bandits lurking on the road ahead. Why don't you wait a little longer? The Baron is already recruiting mercenaries." "No problem, we'll drive."

Your Name + Weathering With You + Suzuya's Journey / A fan fiction that combines the three works of Makoto Shinkai, in the style of Japanese light novels

What interesting stories will emerge from placing the three series in the same world? What kind of interactions will occur between the protagonists? What will the future of Tokyo look like?

Everyday stories, no knives, eat with confidence! (PS: The original plot will be moderately modified)

[There's a lot of development, but the main focus is still on the romance] "Since you're going to form a band, please be determined to be in it for life," declared Wu Shizi, the young keyboardist who had just disbanded the band. "Right...right?" Yamada Ryo broke out in a cold sweat. "Isn't that what a band is all about?" Kita Ikuyo said unfazed. "Of course... Shizi already made an appointment with me..." Goto Ichiri said with a smirk. "The members of the disbanded band are really close!" Toyama Kasumi couldn't help but sigh. "This is just out of character!" Ichigaya Yusaki got goosebumps all over her body. "Hey~ Yusaki, don't you want to be a popipa for life?" Amidst the noise, Hikawa Sayo quietly prepared for her upcoming performance. However, Hina kept interrupting her, keeping her from resting. The RAS members, who had just finished their performance, left the stage, and then the disbanded band took the stage. Aishiro Karen and others were in the audience. Shizi took a deep breath and placed her hands on the keyboard. "The audience is waiting." "Then, in the name of the stars—" Fingers fell, playing the first note of eternity that began at this moment.

Later, Kuronuma Ya learned that he had stepped into the abyss of love since the day he saved his part-time partner.

They had placed all their beautiful wishes on the band, but they fell apart in the humid rainy season.

The band he reorganized had already twisted its bond.

That night, the air-conditioned air in the practice room was filled with the atmosphere of love and the suffocating smell of gunpowder.

"It doesn't matter if the band doesn't reorganize, what's important is, can you stay with me forever?" The sunny and energetic drummer asked with a smile, but his eyes were as fierce as a venomous snake.

"......" The three-no bassist's eyes clearly said "Why don't you try to agree to her?"

"Huh?" The hot senior raised the guitar in her hand high, full of momentum.

"I don't recommend you to agree to someone who only thinks about himself." The poisonous keyboard player had a gloomy face, brewing harsh words to attack them in his heart.

"Is there no other solution?"

The bad words broke the tense atmosphere.

When their burning gazes gather together, playing the throbbing of joy in their hearts, romantic things quietly emerge.

When they woke up, all humans turned into stone statues!

It's like crossing the long river of time.

Civilization collapsed, and the once prosperous city turned into a primitive jungle, full of mutated ferocious beasts and filled with unknowns and dangers.

At this time, the system awakened and issued a mission: revive all mankind!

…

Rebuild civilization and explore the unknown.

Whoever holds the key to reviving humanity holds the future of mankind!

"Women are all vampires! Even if I, Qin Xiaofan, starve to death today or jump off here, I will not revive a single woman!"

Um……

So delicious!

This book is also known as: "Showdown: I am the Savior" and "This Savior is Obviously Strong but Overly Cautious"

No harem, light-hearted and humorous style.

I spent three days downloading a Japanese film called Fifty Shades Darker at a 15KB download speed. Only after my pants were peeled off did I realize the heroine was actually my own mother! Determined to uncover the truth, I continued my quest to find my mother. Only then did I learn I had an older sister and a younger sister. I was completely stunned. "Xiaoyou, stay here! Mommy's got a deal!" "Why do you have to?" "Because... our family needs a man!"

[A work signed by the First Editorial Team of Qidian]

I have half a scroll of a book, which I call "transformation" in my carefree spirit.

We wave to ask the immortals and Buddhas to retreat, and send this to the gods to hear.

The ink's fragrance is heard in songs, its essence transmitted through the mysterious and profound. ...