My name is Xiaobai, and I am a lucky rabbit.
One day.
I was born.
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw an angel with bright eyes, fluffy golden hair, and a lovely, charming face.
Her name is Angel.
I was lucky enough to meet her.
"Waaaaah!!"
"So cute, so cute! Did Old Trump give this to me?!"
"Oh my, old Trump, you look especially adorable today!!"
Angel, dressed in a white hospital gown, held me in her arms.
The warmth made me drowsy.
And Old Trump, the old man opposite Angel, who always had a tuft of hair sticking up on his head, was said to be some kind of president, and also Angel's later adoptive father.
From then on, we moved to our new home.
I left that place, which was all white and cold.
Here you'll find green grass, a swimming pool, blue skies, and white clouds...
I like this place.
Angel likes it too.
We had the happiest time here.
Besides needing to go to school.
Everything was so beautiful.
until....
That day, a voice called the Seventh Universe System echoed in my mind.
No, it wasn't just echoing in my head.
The same thought echoed in Angel's mind.
What kind of competition is this?
Old Trump is getting busy.
It seems to be to activate the emergency plan, and... to select seed players.
A few days later.
Angel became a seeded player.
It wasn't at Old Trump's behest, but rather Angel secretly used the player's designated card to help Old Trump.
I went in too, and as a result, my bloodline was awakened.
I don't want to recall the details of the match.
final.
Angel is dead.
Because of my cunning, I was lucky enough to survive.
I don't want this kind of luck; I want to die with Angel.
Unfortunately, Trump is still around.
That Chu Xuan is right.
I have to help Angel take care of Old Te.
So, I didn't die.
During this time, I also met many other people, such as that guy named Li Qingyu, who asked me if I wanted to be with him. How could I? I am Angel's rabbit, not his.
...
After Angel died.
Trump's mental state was clearly not right, and he was no longer president.
At the same time, I also discovered a secret.
Angel is just a copy.
A clone of Trump's daughter.
There are many, many more copies of the same kind.
But none of that matters to me, because none of them are angels.
Then.
I also have a clone, which is a black rabbit.
She later died too.
She died in the second match along with another clone of Angel.
Old Trump has gone even crazier.
then.
This is the third match...
...
I don't know how much time passed.
Old Trump's daughter has come back to life.
It wasn't an angel, but his daughter.
Old Trump, although still mentally unstable, is clearly in much better spirits.
Luck still smiles on me.
Because Angel was also resurrected.
That guy named Li Qingyu was resurrected using a group resurrection card.
Old Trump, he's not crazy anymore.
Later, something happened, and all the clones, including Old Trump's daughter, disappeared.
Only Angel remained.
Everything is back on track.
Old Trump's smile became more and more frequent.
Until the day the Blue Star Council was established, Old Trump brought us to China to acknowledge our ancestral roots.
That's when I found out.
Old Te wasn't originally called Old Te.
He also has the surname Li.
What was the most successful spy in Chinese history?
Code name: Kite.
And Angel.
She should be called Li Anqi.
...
I don't know why.
Happiness is always fleeting.
Perhaps it is precisely because it is so short that it seems so precious.
When everything is heading smoothly towards a bright future.
Li Qingyu has gone mad.
He blew up the river of time, he blocked fate, and his "goodnight" condensed everything into a thin painting.
Old Te and Angel also became paintings.
I don't.
My talent allows me to ignore the triple suppression of time, fate, and massive causal forces, and forcibly escape using the cunning rabbit technique.
I am still lucky.
Actually, I didn't want to leave, but I understood the look in Angel's eyes at the end.
Live on.
Yes, I have to survive.
There are too many miracles in this world. As long as I live, I can find a miracle and bring Angel back to life.
I'm leaving.
My world has gone completely silent.
I felt lonely, but I had to endure it.
Because I have to... search for miracles.
...
It's been a long, long time.
I'm tired.
But I have always been lucky...
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