MTL - Perfect Encounter - Chapter 5

I, Maehara Maki, someone who couldn’t make any acquaintances or friends in high school, finally had someone I can hang out with outside of school. A girl.

Her name was Asanagi-san. The boys in my class called her ‘The class’ second cutest girl’ behind her back.

On Fridays, she would refuse her best friend, Amami, ‘the cutest girl in class’ invitation just to hang out in my house with me.

Together, we played games, watched some movies, read some manga while eating junk foods like pizza and hamburgers, and chugging cola without a care in the world. To others, we may seem sloppy, but it was a precious, secret time together for Asanagi-san and myself.

Ordinary Archer·Full Level Conditions: 1, Hit the bullseye at least fifty meters away ten times; 2, Any kind of mixed grains 100 pounds; 3, Meat 50 pounds.Elite Archer·Full Level Conditions: 1, Become a Full Level Ordinary Archer; 2, One eye from three different animals each; 3, Any kind of mixed grains 300 pounds; 4, Meat 200 pounds.…………If you're not ruthless, you can't stand firm!If your heart isn't venomous, it's hard to establish a foothold!“I just wanted to live a peaceful life, why do you all force me?”Looking at the enemies in front of him, Fang Zhixing's eyes became fierce.This is the story of an ordinary person who transmigrated into a mysterious world, rose from obscurity with the help of Full Level Cheats, and gradually climbed to the pinnacle, fiercely contending against all adversaries.

[You have awakened the ‘Heroine Netori’ ability.][Try to eat the heroines.]

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”