this is a collection of some of my poems. some of the poems are about love, life, unrequited love, sorrow, loneliness, and more. I hope you can enjoy of my collection of poems and I hope I can transmit the emotions that the poems are supposed to give.

A book of poems that I made for fun. Each poem is different so if you dislike one then just know there are many different types. The newest poems are better then the older poems.

Hello there! I hope you are on good mood as I did. Villain's Will has more chapters on Wattpad with the same title. As I don't have a personal PC, I'm finding it hard to edit (such as Italicized words for thoughts or using bold fonts) the words here on webnovel. I hope you also support me on W a t t p a d :))
Thank you,
Xeng Loathes

Warnings: all translations are from google translate, so we'll see if they're correct. The italicized words in quotations are the translated version in English. Italicized paragraphs in a series are past scenes or dreams, just to specify in case.
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Steve stood under the pavilion on the front of the Ebbets Field stadium, glancing through the growing crowd for his friends. Louise is the first to show, wearing a white buttoned shirt tucked into an a-line red floral skirt, her eyes catching his back as she approaches from behind him.
"Boo!" She shouts, shocking Steve and scaring a few men and women passing her.
"Really, Lou?" Steve asks, glancing up to her with a scoff and shook his head.
"What's wrong, Steven? You're usually laughing about my feeble attempts to scare you and Bucky." Louise points out, letting her smile fall slightly at Steve's frustrated demeanor.
"I got rejected again." Steve responds after a minute of their silence, the crowd bustling into the stadium for another Dodgers game.
"Steve, I know you want this, but you need to be careful. One day they're going to catch on, and then we'll not be able to do anything." She cautions, and Steve shakes his head.
"If you were brave enough or just able to tell him you're in love with him; and have been since you were children, would you try no matter the rejection? No matter the pain?" Steve retorts and Louise takes a step back, feeling defensive of his accusation, rather his meticulous knowledge of her feelings. Both keep quiet as they think over each other's words, not noticing Bucky standing across from them, just catching Steve's last words.
"You're in love with someone?" Bucky says, his tone meaning in a joking matter, covering his rising jealousy, envy. Louise glances to Bucky, freezing like a deer in headlights, peeking to Steve to help.
"I was just teasing Louise about a man who flirted with her before you arrived." Steve tumbles out, scratching the back of his head, taking Bucky's attention. Louise breathes out quietly, giving Steve a nod of approval before speaking.
"I was telling Steve he needs to be careful on choosing a seat. Telling him about being able to see and some crazy fan shouting next to us." Louise adds on to Steve's blatant lie, hoping Bucky at least believed her.
"Well, what are we waiting for then? I'm here, and now so is the fun. So let's get inside and enjoy the game." Bucky speaks up with a chuckle, wrapping his arm around Louise's shoulder and Steve's to lead them into the stadium. Bucky himself has a feeling of doubt to their words, but rejoicing somewhat in Louise's single status.
--
Louise stands in a small fresh market, her left hand holding a wooden basket slightly filled with some fruits and a few vegetables. Her right hand softly grabs a peony, already knowing what it was by the look.
"Here you go." A voice says behind her, her head turns to see Bucky standing in a brown army recruit suit with a matching hat over his short dark hair. She glances over it, her chest aching slightly as she turns to face him. Bucky dropped some change to pay for the flower, and he held his arm out for her to grab. She looped her basket with her left arm, holding the flower in it as she looped her right one with his left.
"I-"
"My grandmother grew this exact flower in her garden for decades, saying it reminded her of a special flower she saw in France. She called them Rosa 'Princesse Louise'. Told my Father they were named after a princess she didn't even know about." Louise rambled, as Bucky led them through the market slowly, listening as he understood what she was doing. He slows to a stop, pulling her to face him.
"Is that how you got your name?" He plays along, giving her a look of knowing as she glanced down.
"Sort of. My mother's Italian so she wanted a strong name, as she knew somehow I would be strong before I was born. My father proposed the name, and she agreed after months of finally figuring out a little meaning behind the name. It supposedly means ''renowned warrior." She finishes, keeping her head down as she smelt the rose, his hand tilting her face up.
"It's fitting." He responds, pulling away as she stares at him.
"When are you leaving?" She asks after a minute of silence between them and the bustling crowd around them.
"First thing in the morning." He says quietly, her eyes closing at the thought.
"I'm with the 107th, Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England tomorrow." Louise glanced up to his eyes after a second, her glasses hiding the slight glossiness in her eyes. She gives him a nod and tries to leave, Bucky grabbing her arm softly to turn her back.
"You could alway write. You've always had good penmanship." Bucky tries, having a sick feeling towards her reaction.
"Why, you'll always have plenty of girls writing to you?" She jokes, trying to keep herself from being sad and letting him notice. He chuckles in relief, unknowingly breezing over her feelings.
"Well, will you come with me tonight before I leave?" He asks, holding out his other hand after letting her go.
"Where?" She chirps back, trying to stay positive.
"The World Exposition, the Future." Bucky speaks out, and she sighs, knowing the basic outcome of tonight.
"Of course, James." She responds, making him frown slightly as she moves to leave.
"I'll meet you there." She adds quickly, stepping away from him as many people tried to walk by. Bucky tries to follow, many people surrounding him as he sees Louise slither by, and disappear.
--
Louise softly applied a red lip colour with a small bush, finishing it smoothly and washed the brush quickly. She stood in a red cocktail tea dress, the red complimenting her skin tone. She softly laid her glasses on her face, checking her soft makeup she applied. She checked her small blacked heel shoes, and held her black clasp in her hand. She exited her room, and stepped down her stairs and into the bakery. Her mother glanced at her, smiling sadly as she knew what she had done earlier that afternoon.
"Sei bellissima, Luisa." (You are beautiful, Luisa.)
"Non so se dovrei andare, mamma." (I don't know if I should go, mom.) Louise spoke in italian, her nerves fluctuating as she mentally debated her feelings.
"Vai Luisa. Mi rifiuto di lasciarti qui, sguazzando, mentre l'uomo che ami sta lasciando. Vai, il mio fiore." (Go, Luisa. I refuse to let you stay here, wallowing, while the man you love is leaving. Go, my flower.) Her mother responds, making Louise calm slightly as she regains her confidence.
"I will, mamma." Louise smiles as she exits, waving down a cab to go to the Exposition. Her mother watches as she disappears and her last employee leaves, making her return into her bakery and close it for the night.

“Are you ever gonna let me save you?”
“I’m not your typical damsel, James.” 
Louise was a woman with many skills, baking, dancing, knife throwing, undercover ops, etc. Well, she learned the last two while her best friends fought in the second World War. She felt her friend became more than he already was, a brave man. He became strong and tall, her second friend she felt changed and thrive, even growing some feelings more as time went on. Though time took him away, as well as all of their supposed lives. That would be it, except for some things that seem to last forever.


My poems are the only thing that keeps me calm
My poems are now soaked in dirt
My poems are scary, now
My poems keep me going
My poems are short
My poems are sad
My poems are the only thing that keeps me calm



It was already the afternoon and Angeal, Arlo, Arvid, Frey, and Dharvey were already having their classes. Usually in the afternoon, each of them would be having their major classes of their degree so they don't usually meet each other unless they plan to go home together.
Angeal was in her Stylistics class, listening to Professor Leon. He was already telling the class what tasks they would be doing for the week, already giving them what they would have to do today.
It was also known to the class that Professor Leon is Angeal's father. When they knew about it through rumors that spread ironically from the faculty room, the people who knew were surprised and now understood why their resemblance is uncanny.
Angeal looked like the female version of Professor Leon. Other than that, they both share the same interest in writing—the difference is that Professor Leon lived to teach how to write, and Angeal learned to make stories.
"Now," Professor Leon said as he wrote two titles of a poems on the board, the eyes of the students focused on it. "We would be doing The Passionate Shepherd and The Nymph's Reply."
When the students read the two titles on the board, most of them weren't familiar of the titles. They stared at Professor Leon expectantly, waiting for him to explain further what they are about to do for today's class.
Since this is Stylistics class, the students already expected what they were about to do.
Stylistics is a branch of applied linguistics concerned with the study of style in texts, especially, but not exclusively, in literary works.
Also called literary linguistics, stylistics focuses on figures, tropes, and other rhetorical devices used to provide variety and a distinctness to someone's writing.
If not a short story or a novel to study, sometimes, poems can be used for literary studies in Stylistics.
"We will be studying two poems today namely, 'The Passionate Shepherd To His Love' by Christopher Marlowe, and "The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd' by Sir Walter Raleigh. For further information, Christopher made his poem in the year 1599, and Walter's, in the year 1600."
As everyone was about to reach out to their phones for them to do a research, Professor Leon called out their attention by clapping his hands thrice, surprising most of his students to stop them from using their smartphones.
"Hey, if you search everything on the net, what will you learn?" he reprimanded, everyone's eyes on him as he leaned on his desk, continuing to speak. "You are to study two poems, correct? We have discussed about ways on how to study poems the other day, now I want you to do just that."
With what Professor Leon had instructed, everyone got their notebook instead, getting a piece of paper at the same time to jot down what they have observed from the two poems.
"Since you are given two poems, you are going to do comparing and contrasting. Once you start, you would find it interesting—the connection of the two poems," he said further as he flashed on the white board the two poems, beside each other.
The moment the two poems flashed before the students, most of them smiled, seeing how each stanza of the different poems came out to be replying to each other.
"Now with what I told you, you are given the whole period to do your study about the poems. Five minutes before the bell rings, submit your papers then you are free to go."
With the instructions now finalized, everyone went silent as they read the poem, the students already making notes before doing an in-depth analysis of each.
Angeal, however, read each poem at the same time, reading one stanza for the other, and another stanza for the second. In this way, she would see how the two poems were connected.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
First:
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield,
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
First:
If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy love.
***
From the first stanzas of the two poems, Angeal wrote on her notes the two characters namely the shepherd and the nymph. Since the poem was made in 1599, obviously, the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh was made to reply to the poem Christopher Marlowe had done.
***
THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE
Second:
There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD
Second:
Time drives the flocks from field to fold.
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complain of cares to come.
***
From what Angeal has read from the first poem, she deduced that it was a pastoral lyric—a poetry that expresses emotions in an idyllic setting. It is associated with Shepherds writing music to their flocks. The tradition goes back to David in the bible and Hesiod, the Greek poet.
As for the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd, Angeal has yet to read more in order for her to deduce what else she would find out.
"Hmm…" 
Angeal tapped the tip of her pen on the table as she blankly stared at the poem by Sir Walter Raleigh, mumbling to herself at the same time. 
"This is more than just a reply."
"That's right."
When Professor Leon spoke, Angeal was startled for a bit as she did not notice that the professor was actually behind her, getting everyone's attention as each student looked at their instructor.
"The poem by Sir Walter Raleigh is more than just a reply to the shepherd. Look closely—read between the lines. Look at its theme—look at the words used. Do not only skim above the surface."
With his reminder said, he continued walking about in the room, the students continuing their task at hand. 
Angeal then continued reading the following stanzas of the poems, in hopes that she would understand what she was missing.


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

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I didn't expect my poems to get such a high number of views.So thank to everyone who read my book and gave their love.
I started writing this book of poems one year ago but I was scared no one would like them so I did not do anything with them. When My friends told me they loved my poems it gave me confidence. I started writing book on how I felt everyday but then I decided to write poems on how others would feel. So I would put my mindset on how others would feel and the different emotions crossing their minds.
It could be losing a loved one or dealing with the current pandemic. It could be just the weather, holiday or depression.
It was rather easy to write poems on other felt because I would sometimes feel this emotion or see others feeling different emotions everyday so I would sorta study them and write a poem. I would ask a person about their day and write a poem based on the feelings I am getting from their story.
My family would sometimes say that I can take any story and literally make a poem that perfectly fits how they are feeling that day. 

Listening to songs also helped when I am writing my poems. The type of music I listen to affects the way my poems come out as well. If it was a sad song then the poem would come out sad like. If it happy music then it would be a poem based on happy emotions. If it was a poem about young love or unrequited love then that would be what my poem would be about. Everything and everyone around me has influenced how my poems have come to be.

Another way I write my poems as well, is when I watch TV series, k-dramas, c-dramas, j-dramas and movies. These let me get into the characters emotions and I write out their story into a poem. 

Once again, thank you so  much for giving me your love and support for my poem book and I hope you continue to read my book, as well as my other books. 
Thank you guys and also stay safe. With the many things we are going through hope you guys stay strong and stay safe.

Just wanted to share some of the poems I was writing. Hope y'all like them.

One day, during one of their reading sessions, she glanced up from the pages to look at him. He was actually a very handsome young man with a slender build. His brown hair casually swept over his forehead and very strong brows framed his eyes. He had a high nose bridge that further accentuated his overall handsomeness.
"Why did you stop? The next word is very easy. Don't tell me you haven't learned anything from reading every day?" he teased her. The girl's cheeks turned into a light shade of pink and resumed her reading. She couldn't believe she was openly staring at him. Just because he was blind didn't give her the right to be rude. 
One week had already passed by in the blink of an eye. She had finished the last poem for the day and had closed the book. She looked at the book for a moment before deciding to ask a question which she had on her mind ever since starting to read this book, "I don't really understand these poems. They're so vague. One poem would be talking about flowers budding and the next would be talking about a street market. How is this your favorite book?"
He took some time to think about her question before deciding on an answer. "These poems are easy for me to relate with. You're still too young to understand."
The girl's cheek puffed out in defiance. If she was only a few years older he wouldn't treat her like such a child. 
When she returned back to her parent's book store, her parents had just placed out a familiar book on the shelves. She recognized it as the book of poems that she was reading to the young man. She quickly ran up to her mother, pointed towards the book and asked, "Mother, what is this book about?"
Her mother took the book off the shelf and took a look at the cover before replying.
"This is one of my favorites. It's a book of poems about a man's life. The poems go in order from childhood to adulthood as he recounts his memories. The poems may seem random at first, but as you reach towards the end, you begin to realize that each poem was a memory he shared with someone special, probably the one he loved. It's too bad it seems he didn't end up with his loved one."
She placed the book back on the shelf and continued her work. The girl walked away with a million thoughts in her head. Memories shared with someone he loved. It was probably about his childhood friend which had married the baron. She couldn't help but feel her heart squeeze in anguish for him.
The next couple of days as she read the poems to him, she kept in mind what her mother had told her. With finally being able to understand the poems a little bit, she began to piece together the memories in which the poems held. 
The snow melted slowly // Giving way for the missed greenery // Flowers will begin to emerge // Farmers will begin to plant // Forgetting about the cold // It's a new beginning 
This was probably when they first met.
Stones laid across the lake side // Peacefulness was the feeling // Tranquility was the sensation // A stone was thrown on the lake // Causing ripples upon surface // But despite the ripples // Peacefulness and tranquility remained
This was probably when he first realized he loved her.
Water pours over the flour // Mixed until ready to bake // The heat warms the mixture to perfection // A bite is taken from the final product // Realization comes to pass // As if water was what the flour needed all along
This was probably when she realized she loved him too.
The market sounds echo through the air // Kids are seen running around // Adults are seen shopping and bargaining // Happy faces line the streets // Time passes by // The streets slowly empty // Leaving no remaining people // In the end // A street is just a street // You are just you // I am just me // It is not a guarantee that we would meet on this street
And this was probably when she left him.

Scroll was once mentioned to have gained her ability because she always sought knowledge by reading. But what if there was also something else that could have influenced her abilities?
This is a short fan fiction of a short piece of Scroll's past when she was young and had met a man who had also loved books.

Maybe it was the cheerful atmosphere in the air, or maybe it was all the chaos drink that she had consumed throughout the night, but something inside of Scroll made her want to speak up and tell a story. 
“I’ll go next,’ Scroll spoke up after the previous story. Everyone looked at Scroll expectantly. Out of everyone here, Scroll should have the most memory to remember all her encounters and all the things she has read. Surely her story would be everything but boring.
And slowly, Scroll began to recite her story.

In participation of the RTW fan fiction contest. I was one of those kids that received participation awards because I didn't excel in anything.

The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone was staring at Old Man Li. Their gazes were filled with disbelief.
In their impressions, Old Man Li was a very calm person!
Ever since the establishment of the country until now, he had experienced too many storms and seen many things. He naturally comprehended more things compared to others. His mental state was also one that would remain unflustered despite great waves.
At the very least, everyone on the scene today had never seen Old Man Li acting like this before. He had always been calm and tranquil as he dealt with things.
But today…
What was going on?
What was going on exactly?
What had happened for him to feel so shocked?
At this moment, Old Man Li's chest continued to heave as he panted. His face was in shades of green and red, there was a ruddy glow on his forehead. Even his hands were trembling; no one knew whether he was feeling joy or unhappiness…
"Scram!"
"I'm very healthy!"
A few medical staff thought that Old Man Li was suffering from a heart attack. They were so frightened that they immediately rushed over. However, Old Man Li furiously shouted at them. His voice was filled with vigor, causing all the medical staff to retreat due to fear.
Only after they retreated did they heave a sigh of relief.
Such an aura and given his appearance, it naturally wasn't a heart attack.
But what was wrong with him?
Why did he seem so crude?
"Old Li, what's going on? Is there a need…?"
"Look at this!"
"The words are crude and ugly, can it be that you are angered by the words? That shouldn't be the case...wait...what! These two poems? Wait...these two poems are classic poems, I…"
"Let me take a look. What's going on exactly? Ah…? This poem!"
"Am I dreaming?"
A piece of normal size xuan paper was passed around by the old men. Everywhere it was passed to, the person reading it would widen their eyes as though they were struck by lightning. In fact, even if they didn't stutter, they became mute.
When the paper was passed to Chen Xi, the first thing Chen Xi saw was those ugly words…
She immediately felt speechless. But after reading the poem, her beautiful eyes instantly narrowed and then widened.
When she saw the signature, it was as though she had seen a ghost. She turned and looked at Lu Yuan who was seated at the 4th row. For a time, she didn't know how to describe the shocking waves in her heart!
This man… 
This man…
Is actually so...
.........
"Are they looking at me…?"
"Brother, your…your words… cough, cough. These judges have very high requirements for everything. This is especially so for the appearance of one's written words. Earlier, I roughly glanced over at your calligraphy, and I think…"
"Could it be that my ugly-looking words have enraged them? Is there a need for them to be so angry?" Lu Yuan opened his mouth wide. The expressions of the judges grew increasingly complex. Lu Yuan thought that they wanted to devour him whole.
"Brother, I think you don't know Old Master Li's temper, right? The two things he's most fond of are words and poems… I remember there was a year where a gifted scholar was chased away by the Old Master because his handwriting was too ugly! This matter was reported on the news, and that gifted scholar lost all face."
"What? Chased away? So exaggerated?"
"Yes! Old Master also said on the spot that the man didn't respect the Poetry Exchange and was masquerading as a gifted scholar!"
"What!"
Lu Yuan looked around, staring at the bizarre looks of everyone. After that, he gulped his saliva and suddenly felt that his back was perspiring with cold sweat.
Could it be I…
"Brother, if I didn't guess wrongly, you wrote two poems earlier, right?" Xu Xiaonian glanced at the expressions of the judges which grew increasingly weird. After that, he also felt nervous randomly for some reason. His voice when speaking to Lu Yuan grew much softer.
"Yeah, I wrote two poems. This, this…" Lu Yuan was frivolous and forgetful. He had never known what the word 'nervous' meant. But now after listening to Xu Xiaonian, in addition to the ugly calligraphy he wrote, he couldn't help but keep taking deep breaths. He was now incomparably nervous.
When he inclined his head again, he noticed Old Master Li's gaze.
Old Master Li's eyes were bloodshot. His wrinkles gradually deepened, and his expression became incomparably incomprehensible.
Lu Yuan suddenly felt scared for some reason.
How shameful would that be if he was to be chased away in public?
He might as well…
Just leave…
"Brother, you...are awesome...You should just pray for your fortune!" Xu Xiaonian couldn't help but pity this new friend after noting the strange atmosphere in the area.
He felt that this friend was extremely unlucky.
"When will they give the scores?"
"Most probably an hour later."
"Aiyo, I have a stomach ache now, it's so painful… I'm going to the toilet now. Help me tell them that my stomach ache is so bad that I have diarrhea for the last three days!" Lu Yuan suddenly clutched his stomach and ruthlessly squeezed out a few tears. Taking the opportunity that no one on the stage was looking at him, he hurriedly walked toward the exit.
"Brother, this idea isn't bad… Don't worry, I will lie to them for you!" Xu Xiaonian nodded as he stared at Lu Yuan's departing back. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up for Lu Yuan, impressed by Lu Yuan's acting skills.
Lu Yuan lowered his head and reached the exit. He heaved a sigh of relief when he thought back to the atmosphere earlier.
It was better for him to leave on his own accord, right?
"Hi, you can't enter and leave casually…"
"Ah? If I exit now, I won't come back again…"
"Won't come back again? But the Poetry Exchange isn't concluded yet…"
"I have something on; hence, I need to leave in advance. Can I trouble you to open the door?"
"Leave in advance? Alright then."
The security guard cast a strange look at this young man.
He knew who this young man was. This young man was the only one who entered the Poetry Exchange with two entry passes. This was truly an extremely unique occurrence.
For others, it was already very impressive for them to have one entry pass. Yet, this young man had two. This was simply incredible.
When the security guard saw that Lu Yuan's expression was a little anxious, he helped him open the door.
After the door opened, Lu Yuan hurriedly walked toward the direction of the car.
"A`Yuan? Why...why did you come out? Are you eliminated already? This shouldn't be the case…"
"No...I have something on."
"Ah? What do you have on?"
"Don't ask. I'm sorry, I gotta make a move first."
"???"
Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan who was leaving hurriedly. After that, he felt a little dumbfounded. What was going on?
Other than being chased away, he hadn't heard of a case where one would leave the Poetry Exchange in advance?
Or could it be that Lu Yuan was chased away?
After Li Dongqiang stared at Lu Yuan, his own expression became one of sympathy.
Being chased out…
This was… too unbearable.
.........
"Just a single poem would be outstanding enough, but this little fellow actually wrote two poems in one go. He is truly overflowing with talent!"
"Yeah, I really wish to see him now!"
"9.6! These two poems, regardless of their artistic mood, tonal patterns, or rhyming, are all top-rated. In fact, they are even ranked at the top of all poems I've ever seen. If it wasn't for his words being too ugly, I even want to give him 9.9!"
"Yeah, I'll give 9.5. The poems are not bad, but the words are too ugly. It's very hard to imagine someone who could write such poems to have such ugly-looking handwriting."
"Right. I will give 9.6. I want to put these two poems into my book, and they will be respectively placed on the first and last page, reminding everyone about the effort of farmers. It isn't easy to till the land!"
"I suggest placing them into the Mandarin Pavilion. I feel that both of these poems can be ranked first!"
"Mandarin Pavilion? I think so too. Alright then, let's announce the result of the first round."
"Mn!"
A few minutes later.
"The victors of the first round are the two poems with the same name [Sympathy for Peasants]. They have a comprehensive score of 9.6! Author: Lu Yuan!"
"Kacha, kacha, kacha!"
All the light, all the cameras, turned and focused on Lu Yuan's seat.
Everyone widened their eyes as they searched for Lu Yuan…
They felt that this name was very unfamiliar and couldn't recall who it was for a moment…
But when they saw Lu Yuan's seat, they discovered that it was empty…
"That...that...Brother Lu Yuan said he had a stomachache and has left in advance…" Xu Xiaonian trembled as he stood up and spoke.
"What!"
Old Master Chen's incomparably agitated face suddenly turned gloomy as he hurriedly took out his phone.
That rascal!
What was he doing exactly!
Why was he always so unreliable?
.........
"What? Old Master, I have something on… Hence, I left in advance."
"I really do have something on. I have a stomachache and a movie that I'm still filming. I…"
"WHAT?!"
"You say that I got first place?"
"Nothing, nothing. I'm coming back right now, I'm coming back right now…"
"I have to come back no matter what? Good, good!"
"My stomach suddenly feels more comfortable now."
.........
"A`Yuan, you…"
"Let me pass, I have to enter…"
"Didn't you…"
"Sorry, I don't have time to explain. Let me pass, I'm going in to get a reward."
"????" Li Dongqiang was dumbfounded when he saw that Lu Yuan had returned.
Going in to get a reward?
What's the meaning of this?


In that year, with a script finished in five hours, Lu Yuan who was dying for money successfully got a large investment of one million Yuan from a rich and beautiful girl.
At first, he just planned to spend eight hundred thousand Yuan on shooting and take the remaining two hundred thousand Yuan home before the movie's release, marrying a wife and running a small business. He swore he would never come to Hengdian again.
However…
The box office got an extraordinary success…

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