MTL - Within Ten Meters, Fly In Situ - Chapter 72 "Do not touch me."

This is the story of a boy who lived a secluded life in the mountains, tending his farm, rearing his fish, and dreaming his dreams. Eh? Did I suddenly conquer all worlds and become the big boss? Or am I still in a dream?

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Sui Yan was a villain, at least that’s what everyone thought.

Her childhood friend and brother said: “Sui Yan, you’ve changed and become more and more disgusting.”

Her best friend said: “Sui Yan, stay away from me. I don’t want to see you again.”

Her stepsister said: “Sui Yan, I hate you.”

Her two biological brothers said: “Sui Yan, we don’t have a sister like you.”

The one she loved the most said: “Sui Yan, I could never like someone like you.”

Sui Yan died. Even though it should have made everyone happy, it made them so heartbroken they could barely breathe.

In the blink of an eye, everyone mysteriously returned to the year Sui Yan was four years old. From then on…

I’ve had my fair share of weird wake-ups, but opening my eyes in Black Clover as some no-name extra? That’s a new one, and let me tell you—it’s not exactly the dream reincarnation scenario. Turns out, I’m Sebastian Silva, a guy so insignificant he’s barely a footnote in the series. Oh, and did I mention I’m the father of Noelle Silva and the husband of Acier Silva, the most badass woman in the Clover Kingdom? Yeah, talk about pressure.The kids hate me, my wife barely acknowledges me, and my role in the family is pretty much non-existent. But now that I’ve got my past life’s memories and a second chance, I’m not about to let things slide. With Acier on her deathbed, family dysfunction through the roof, and powerful players lurking in the shadows, I’ve got a lot on my plate.Saving my wife? Reconnecting with my children? Staying under the radar of the Wizard King and some seriously dangerous enemies? It’s not the easiest transmigration, but hey—we’ll live with it.*NOTE: Although all chapters will be written by me, to maintain daily upload, and not lower quality, because I have many time commitments like university, work, etc. Chapter's will be subjected to revision and editing through Grammarly AI.

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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