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          <description><![CDATA[&#8220;There is a way, research new injections.&#8221; When Dean Liu said this, his tone became a little hurried, &#8220;Now the virus has undergone several mutations, and the injections we use are still the research results of a hundred years ago. Since the virus will exist forever, we can only make medicine again and fight it again. Originally, the research institute has achieved&#8211;&#8220; &#160; Dean…]]></description>

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          <title>IPT 49.2</title>
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          <description><![CDATA[*** &#160; Chu Ya paused: &#8220;You locked a puppy in that tin house and let it wait for you for a day. What can it do if not run away?&#8221; &#160; &#8220;It just doesn&#8217;t like me, so I don&#8217;t want to like it either.&#8221; &#160; Chu Ya spent the whole afternoon drawing animals, but all of them were rejected. He could only sigh helplessly:…]]></description>

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          <description><![CDATA[Chapter 49 &#160; Back at the courtyard where they lived, it was almost noon. Chu Ya had seriously reflected on his story and felt that there were many problems with his story. Shen Qianqian was too young to understand and concentrate. He didn&#8217;t need to explain it in such a complicated way. He just needed to know the key points. &#160; So he decided…]]></description>

          
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          <title>IPT 48.2</title>
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          <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2026 08:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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          <description><![CDATA[Shen Qianqian excitedly walked back to the main road of Mixin Town, with the bag on his waist stuffed full. He thought Chu Ya would be waiting for him in a far place, but he saw Chu Ya coming out from behind the earthen mound and called out &#8220;Shen Miaomiao&#8221; in surprise. Chu Ya pushed the wheelchair back, and Shen Qianqian sat in his…]]></description>

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          <title>IPT 48.1</title>
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          <pubDate>Mon, 06 Apr 2026 07:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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          <description><![CDATA[Chapter 48 &#160; The warehouse is located in the corner of the playground. It is a very hidden iron house. There are many bulging sacks, tool boxes, and metal parts in the house. When the door was closed, there was only a ray of light coming through the crack in the door. The two children stood in the house and looked around blankly. &#160;…]]></description>

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          <title>IPT 47.2</title>
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          <pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2026 08:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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          <description><![CDATA[Chu Ya put on his clothes and shoes, &#8220;Go brush your teeth and wash your face.&#8221; &#8220;I don&#8217;t have to brush my teeth and wash my face again. I just brushed it last night.&#8221; Shen Qianqian took the little bear in his hand, sighed and walked out of the bedroom. He suddenly yelled and said angrily: &#8220;You have to wash again, you have to…]]></description>

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          <pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2026 07:00:04 +0000</pubDate>
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          <description><![CDATA[Chapter 47 &#160; Chu Ya turned off the bedroom light. Shen Qianqian tossed and turned under the quilt, mumbling non-stop. &#160; &#8220;What&#8217;s wrong? You&#8217;re like a boiling kettle.&#8221; Chu Ya asked with his eyes closed.  &#160; Shen Qianqian didn&#8217;t make a sound or say anything. Just when Chu Ya thought he was asleep, he suddenly raised his feet, lifted the quilt high, and slammed…]]></description>

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          <title>MSFLC Ch27.1</title>
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          <description><![CDATA[On one side of the room, Song Qinian, who was tidying up pajamas, couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing. He turned to Lu Ting’an, who had just come out of the bathroom, and said with a smile, “This little chubby jar really has talent for acting. In the future he can go act with his geges.” Lu Ting’an replied, “More like talent for…]]></description>

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          <title>MSFLC Ch26</title>
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          <pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2026 00:00:47 +0000</pubDate>
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          <description><![CDATA[The shark boat creaked as it rocked back and forth, cheerful children’s music playing all around, mixed with the tender laughter of little ones. Lu Ting’an stood at the edge of the pool, quietly watching the two rascals bouncing around in their shark boats. Beneath his mask, the corners of his lips curved into a faint smile. “Beep beep beep—” Lu Zhishi skillfully gripped…]]></description>

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          <title>IPT 46.2</title>
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          <pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2026 08:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
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          <description><![CDATA[&#8220;Woooo&#8230;&#8221; Shen Qianqian looked at Chu Ya crying sadly. Chu Ya was still angry at first, but seeing him like this, his anger disappeared. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from his face. &#160; &#8220;That&#8217;s enough, stop crying.&#8221; Chu Ya wiped his tears and whispered, &#8220;You still think you&#8217;re right, don&#8217;t you? You cry as if you&#8217;ve suffered…]]></description>

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