Just stories written while im on the toilet or in the restroom in general

Dreaming of becoming an actress is her dream that she wants to achieve, also she has a dream like a child; for her family to be together again. 

Just like a dream, you’d find yourself in a whole new world where you can imagine what you want but what if it’s not a dream anymore?

Son So Jung, a famous author in RED Publishing Company that she suddenly woke up as Son Hana, an actress with a bad reputation?!

Hey Fellow Author, care to tell me what’s going on here?

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“Hana Son, wake up. We’re late for the photoshoot at BOYs.”a deep voice was heard, as if I am listening to a voice actor delivering his lines. 

Damn, if this is a dream then I don’t want to wake up and listen to this lovely voice that I hear. 

“If you won’t wake up then I have no choice but to kick you out of the bed.”there it is again, come on! Feed me with your enchanting voice that captured my maiden heart. 

Then suddenly I felt a pressure behind my back as if someone kicked me and I fell down from my bed with my face facing the floor. 

“Dreams are sweet but when waking up, it brings you back to reality. Thanks a lot Mister Nice Voice!”I complained as I sat up. 

I groaned as I rubbed my forehead and I opened my eyes to see a man standing beside my bed. 

I slapped my forehead and said, “Damn did I bought a standee when I was drunk last night at the party?”

His dark eyes turned even colder than before, “I’ll count from one to three or else I’ll drag you to the bathroom.”

“I bought a talking robot instead?! Boss will kill me if I have bought something expensive again!”I panicked while messing with my hair. 

Dokyum will rip my body into pieces and bury me everywhere in my grandfather’s villa. 

He suddenly kneeled down and closer to me until his breath hit my face. He went closer to my face to the point his check brushed against mine and whispered against my ear, “Or do you want to be washed by me?”

All of my blood rushed to my face. Hey Dear Author! Can you tell me what’s going on right now?!

Lu Yan looked at the direction where Gu Mohan had disappeared towards. "My dear sister, don't panic. The drama has yet to begin."
…
In the apartment.
Gu Mohan kicked open the door and carried Tang Mo'er inside. The woman in his arms had her head hung low and she said quietly, "Let me down. I want to shower." 
"I'll help you prepare the water, hm?"
"No need." Tang Mo'er extricated herself from his arms and walked to her bathroom by herself. She closed the door and locked it without saying anything more. 
Gu Mohan stood at the balcony. The cold night wind blew strongly against his suit, forming slight creases in the darkness. Bending down slightly, he took out a lighter and lit a cigarette. His sexy, thin lips took in a long breath smoke and exhaled it out. The smoke enveloped his handsome and elegant face, enshrouding his features as he stood alone in silence.
After smoking three cigarettes, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the luxury watch on his wrist. Half an hour had already passed, yet she had still not come out of the bathroom.
He threw the remaining half of his cigarette into the ashtray and walked to the bathroom door. Rapping his knuckles against the door, he intoned, "Mo'er, are you finished? I'll give you one more minute. You'd better open the door, otherwise I'll come in myself. If I see that you're naked, then I'll want to have you."
There was no reply. It was so quiet that Gu Mohan felt a sense of panic as he became anxious.
Stepping back, he lifted his leg and kicked the door open with an urgent force. Bam! There was a crack and the door shifted, but didn't budge, only giving way slightly as a crack formed in the wood.
He raised his leg once again and kicked the bathroom door down. It swung precariously off its hinges and fell to the tiled floor. 
Stepping over the remains of the door, he walked in.
There was a dress and nipple stickers left carelessly on the basin. It was the first time Gu Mohan had seen nipple stickers, they were nude and fleshy in colour. Such a sight caused his throat to tighten and tense up. Turning his head, his sharp eyes caught sight of a woman's figure in the bathtub.
His pupils contracted in the next second. 
The large bathtub was filled with white foam and flower petals. Tang Mo'er was sitting inside, her luscious black hair scattered messily around her shoulders with a number of wet strands stuck to her back. It was a picturesque scene, seeing her black hair tangled against her smooth, creamy skin. The woman had her head hung low, as she held her knees together and her entire body trembled. She was crying.
She cried in vehement silence, her shoulders shaking as she held back the sobs that racked her body. Determined to remain quiet, she cried till she was out of breath.
Seeing her state, a wave of panic washed over Gu Mohan and he felt a pain grip his heart. He frowned and walked over to her. Kneeling down next to the bathtub, his fingers grasped her small jaws and he said in a serious tone, "How long have you been crying? Don't cry anymore. If you continue, you're going to lose all of your energy." 
With his fingers against her face, Tang Mo'er was forced to look at him, her pale face was full of tears and her mouth was open. She choked on her tears.
Seeing that he was hollering at her, she cried even harder, a fresh wave of sobs coming out in raspy gasps of air.
Not wanting to see her in such a state, Gu Mohan held the back of her head and kissed her puffy red lips forcefully. 
Feeling triggered by the action, Tang Mo'er shoved him away and kicked him forcefully. "Let go of me. Don't kiss me. Don't touch me!"
Gu Mohan refused to. Pushing past her lips,he stretched out his tongue and buried it into her mouth, tasting the salty bitterness from the tears streaming down her face. 
"Ugh!" Tang Mo'er bit his lips forcefully.
The faint metallic taste of blood filled their mouths and Gu Mohan released her. However, his soft lips still pressed against hers as murmured hoarsely, "Are you secretly crying in the bathroom because you're afraid I had sex with Lu Qi'er?" 


After facing her fiancé's betrayal, things take an unexpected turn after Tang Mo’er inadvertently gets involved with the Capital’s preeminent magnate, Gu Mohan.

Fast-forwarding, Tang Mo’er clenches on a pregnancy test kit with two red lines—testing positive—and confronts him. “Young Master Gu, why did you make me pregnant?”

Gu Mohan hands a baby over into her arms. “My dearest wife, be good. That’s our second child.”

And so Tang Mo’er can only hustle and take care of her two children, but unbeknownst to her, Young Master Gu has also been coveting her love and affection…

This is a face-smacking, sweet-love novel set in the entertainment industry.


Tuesday, 27th September 1442
Both Heather and I had spent a solid three hours in the realm last night and Heather had managed to prepare the stickers for all of the products, including the blushers, eyeshadow, eyeliner, lipstick and makeup basic foundation powder as well.

Instead of 15 images per sheet of sticker paper, Heather had managed to squeeze 18 images. The image was a tad smaller but this does not stop Heather from producing rather eye-catching labels that were filled with vivid and live colours too.

The images were simple and all this could be searched through thousand of selection just through a simple keyword search and all Heather need to do was to get a single image and then add another text heading or maybe an image of fruit to indicate its scent or flavour.

Once she had done a series of 18 images on a single sticker paper, she showed it to me once she had printed a sample copy. Once I told her that it's fine, she hit a 50 printouts for all the types and varieties of all known scents and flavours she could think of based on the notes she had recorded in my journal.

For every sticker page that she had done on the project, she saved it so she would be able to bring it up again to continue printing them once the stickers ran out.

She then collected all the printouts that she had made from the printer and places it next to her as she waited for me to wake up from my nap in my seat. When I heard the notification for some of the porcelain wares, I was a bit startled from my nap and I looked up and saw Heather staring right at me.

"Are you done, darling? If you are, then we should be returning back. Leave the porcelain ware where it should be at this moment. I would be heading back here in 2 days time. Huuaarrgghh... My mind seems to be a little bit heavy right now. Come on dear, let's hold hands and return back to the real world."

That's the last thing I knew and I woke up sprawled on the floor of the study while Heather was preparing breakfast at the settee area with the twins sitting down at the area. I slowly rose up and was feeling stiff after falling asleep on the cold hard ground.

"Hey dear, I thought you would wake up somewhere in the afternoon. You are feeling alright now? You were babbling in your sleep so I dare not awake you but placed some pillow and a blanket instead. Come, join us for breakfast after you wash up."

Heather greeted me as I kissed my twins good morning and gave a kiss to Heather as well and a pinch to her ample buttocks. Heh, could never get too frisky enough in the mornings, don't you think so?

I had never felt so mentally tired before...! I yawned as I washed myself up, I yawned some more at the settee area and I yawned again when Heather had sorted all the stickers according to their categories. 

Damn... I was literally yawning myself in front of everyone and there's a presentation before 7 in the evening at the Macleod Coliseum later on. 

I checked the time and found that it was already after 7 in the morning and another 12 hours later I would be addressing the whole community of the achievements that the adventurers had performed towards the betterment of this town. 

"Just hope that there won't be any interference later today, dear. Could I rest some more after this and wake up again before lunchtime? My mental is soooo tired that it seemed to sap the energy off my body as well. Phew...! Going to the realm sure is tiring."

I lamented to Heather since I was doing double efforts since I was piggybacking Heather with me, everyone, we enter the realm. 

If I enter alone, it would be considered as a single trip, then piggybacking someone would be considered as two trips instead of one. So the other night we had entered the realm exactly 6 times...! 

"It's alright dear, you can have your rest after this. Last night I had given Michelle and Gwen the medals to be given to the Adventurers so they would be preparing the podium now as we speak."

"Take as much rest as possible and you enter the realm alone if possible, tomorrow, to clear all the crates of porcelain ware in the realm, would that be alright?"

" I will enter the realm with you if I find that there's a need. Other than that you can do the prints yourself, right?"

Heather knew that piggybacking her into my realm the other night was rather a taxing as I could feel some sort of strain or pressure every time.

 Right now the porcelain wares are ready, the stickers are ready and all it needs to do was to let Molly and her team paste the sticker labels and store them in the necessary open crates in the holding area.

 Once the products are ready to be produced, the crates would be taken out and be placed in the respective factories and production lines. 

In this way, Molly and her team of workers could be redeployed elsewhere to gain more experience. 

Once they had gained the necessary experience, Molly and her team would be line leaders while Molly would be around to supervise and at the same time assist Alicia to make those fine wares for distillation et cetera.

I walked over and kissed my twins and told them to be good since Daddy was feeling under the weather today and wanted to have some rest to recover back some rest today.

The twins looked rather worried and Heather asked what I would like to have for lunch and dinner and I replied that it had been some time since I've tasted the sweet and sour deep-fried pork chops with cucumber, tomatoes, pineapples with shallots and garlic as garnishing.

"Alright dear, I will make the one-dish meal today consisting of deep-fried breaded pork chops made into sweet and sour today, all right? I will get the domain helpers to mind the children and head to the grocery store to get the things we need. Rest well, my dear. Hope you would be able to recover after your second round of sleep."

Heather pushed me away from the settee and towards the bedroom where the domain helpers had already cleared away the pillows and sheets from the study room back to the bedroom.

The domain helpers can't help noticing the stack of sticker labels and from a single glance, they knew that somehow we had spent the night burning the midnight oil. I was seriously knocked out before dinner time and had slept through the whole night till the following day.

"Alright dear, I would be off to meditate and practise my breathing exercises to regain my strength for the mind. Love you, dear... Muah Muah Muah...!!"

I literally crawled to the bedroom and plopped down on the soft mattress and was soon snoring once again as my mind drifted off to a dreamless state. We would not want me to enter my meditative state by mistake and enter the realm, would we?

Heather had the twins minded by the domain helpers as she went to the grocery market to purchase some pork chops and some breading mix with all the necessary ingredients to make the sweet and sour gravy.

She also bought a few lemons that would be squeezed to give the extra sourness to the gravy. Red, green and yellow bell peppers were added to it to add colour and flavour to the rest of the vegetables. 

Soon, with the groceries, she went to the outdoor kitchen area to prepare the pork chops while the kitchen helpers helped to chop up all the vegetables after washing them. The chops, after being washed, breaded and deep-fried were set aside before she made the heavy gravy ready.

The heavy gravy was ready in 15 minutes and then it was poured over the deep-fried breaded pork chops and served on a fairly large serving platter.

The children were hungry since they had not given any kinds of morning snack so Heather decided to push the timing for lunch earlier than usual. She went over to the bedroom and found me still sprawled on the bed like a beached starfish.

"Hey dear, you feel much better now? Hope you had your power nap while I was busy preparing lunch. It is already half past 10 and close to eleven."

"Lunch is ready and served, do you want to eat together since our children are all waiting to have lunch together today."

I fluttered my eyelids open slightly and groaned because of the weariness I felt that coursed through my brain that controls all my motor skills. 

"Help me up dear, and get me out of these clothes. I'm going to conjure up my Psi Energy orbs and put them inside the vat in the bathroom. My goodness me, I had never felt so exhausted before in my whole life. The strain on my mind really knocks me out...! "

I requested as Heather helped to pull my clothes up as I staggered to the bathroom in my knickers. I hovered near the vat that had been imbued with heating pebbles by Priestess Farah to keep the water at a constant temperature as I rubbed my hands and closed my eyes. 

I could feel myself swaying and I knew that even conjuring the Psi Energy orbs also could spell trouble for myself.

Nevertheless, I forced myself to conjure up a set of 4 Psi Energy orbs and dropped them into the water. It was bright bluish in colour and when it hits the water, it disintegrated and seemed to slightly sizzle. 

There was a small stool inside the bathroom where I sat and I began to scoop the water from the vat. The moment the water hit my head and face, it throbbed and I could almost feel the heat that was coming off from the top of my head. The water hit the rest of my body and I quickly scooped the water and splash it all over to thoroughly wet it. 

I took a little bit of hair shampoo and lather it on my hair as I took my body soap and slowly lather it around my body as well. The moment the water had hit my body earlier, I could felt tingling sensations all over the body and its a bit prickly at the same time, yet soothing and felt like many tiny hands were massaging my body. 

My body felt slightly rejuvenated as I remembered how Ceres had mentioned to me to drop these Psi energy orbs into the distillers so that the healing and rejuvenating feeling could be shared with everyone who purchases our product. 

I also remembered the wild young man who was screaming and singing in the shower while my former self was sitting at the porch of the house. The young man told my former self how he felt when he used the body soap that was imbued with Psi energy during the shower even...! 

I thought to myself and concluded that the only products that would be used to imbue these Psi energy orbs would be the Hair shampoo, body soap and the facial and body scrub. It would be great to share this wonderful little nifty miracles to the rest of the consumers, don't you think so? 

I added more hair shampoo because we all had long hair and it would be nice to have it covered with this fine bubbles. Before this, we seldom wash our hair because we have to use lye and hot water to wash the sebum off the hair. 

The ritual of hair washing was like a huge process just to get it wet and clean...! 

Now with these fine hair shampoos, we could wash our hair nearly every day except when it's wintertime...! 

"Wooooo....! I feel much better already. Goodness me, luckily I remembered how to use the Psi Energy orbs or else I would feel dreadful for the entire whole day...!" I called out from the bathroom and Heather peeked inside after she opened the bathroom door slightly. 

"That's good to hear, darling. You do have some colour on your face. Besides, don't you feel cold to wet your whole hair like this in mid-autumn?" 

"Not really dear, in fact, if not for Farah I think we only shower during summertime. Hahaha. Let me rinse my hair off and then towel it down and we can have our lunch together." 

I replied but Heather held the scoop in her hand and she was the one who poured water over my body to wash off the bubbles and on my hair to wash away the suds as well. 

It didn't take long for me to complete my shower even though it is like a buffalo taking a dip in the river without much scrubbing at all...! 

Heather got me a towel and after I had done, I removed my knickers and wrapped the towel around my waist as I tiptoed to the bathroom where a set of fresh clothes were ready including my armour that was placed at the corner of the bed as well. 

"Hmm, shall I wear my armour today? But wait, there's an award ceremony later on and I think I would be best wearing this normal clothes first before we change to our best clothes to do the presentation of the medals to the adventurers." I thought to myself as I was about to reach for my set of armour. 

So instead, I towelled down myself properly so my wet hair would not be dripping water everywhere as I changed onto my day clothes, wore a few of the accessories on me and then went down to the dining area of the conference hall where our twins were waiting for me. 

The moment they saw me walking down the stairwell, they squealed in delight and waved at me to come over and gave them a big hug since they had held their arms out to me. 

I laughed as I hugged my children and kissed them on the foreheads and cheek as they all squirmed about in their highchairs since they could feel how cold my hands were.

I saw the sweet and sour gravy that had several huge pieces of deep-fried breaded pork chops and I can't help smack my lips together. "My dear children, you must be hungry, yes? Come, let's eat now. Mummy would feed Daddy while I will feed the both of you right?"

The children clapped their hands eagerly as I took a plate, scooped some rice, placed a whole piece of deep-fried breaded pork chop on it and then scooped some of the diced carrots, cucumber, pineapple, red, green and yellow ball peppers and I slowly tore off bits of the pork chop and handed the children to hold and eat themselves.

Of course, I made sure the bits of pork chop would be easily bitten and chewed by the children as I saw them nibbled on the pieces of meat while they hold them in a pincer kind of manner. 

Heather does not have the knack of feeding an adult like me with her fingers so she used a spoon instead to scoop the rice with some of the vegetables and tore off some meat before she stuffed them into my mouth. She may end up with bitten fingers if she used her fingers to feed me instead. 

My appetite was piqued when I was spoon-fed by Heather and the children watched me as I was having too much food in my mouth that I almost looked like a hamster...! 

The children laughed as they patted my face with their dainty hands as they too followed the way I 'stored' my food inside the mouth. The lunch today was good and I had more than enough rice and dishes today. 

The children too had their fill and had washed down their lunch with some warm banana flavoured milk before they nodded off in sleepiness. The domain helpers helped to bring the children to their beds after their faces and hands were cleaned up. 

"You feel much better now, dear? You can only enter the realm tomorrow evening okay? You really need your rest and recover as soon as possible." 

Heather pressed her hands into me as she leaned across my chest as she was quite worried but she doesn't really verbally say it. 

Through her actions only was she able to show how she really felt. I looked across the mantlepiece where our crowns were and saw that all the stickers that she had done were stacked and segregated nicely so each stack would be seen as a single product and not jumbled up as a single stack. 

I smiled as I praised her for being so systematic in her work as the domain helpers also can't help but admire the printouts and touch the lifelike vivid images that had been printed on the sticker papers.

During the period of 1337-1453, a terrible war broke in Medieval England and that period was called (Hundred Year's War) and a huge turmoil ensued between the England and France with the involvement of rebels as well as opportunists. 

Prince Audemars Macleod, a descendent of King Richard Macleod of Darlington had barely managed to escape with his life when the Manor he was living in was besieged by rebels in 1440, when he was just barely 18 years old.

Let us travel through time and relive the experiences of this young Prince as he was forced to 'banished' and survive with some followers they entrusted their lives with him.

Little did he realise that he was actually living in the past of his future and had no recollection of anything except when he was narrated by a Seer that had been inducted as a permanent resident of the town he founded later.

*This is a fictional world. Most plants, vegetables, fruits and certain animals didn't exist in England that time.

*Almost all novels start off with a system. This does not reveal any hint of a system until you get to almost halfway through the novel. 

* Mobsters are included in the later chapters of this novel too. 

*This is a slow grind so bear with it as the storyline develops. Thank you and happy reading...

The hands that hugs the waist, is slowly stroking the back the side of Pam.  She knew this is coming regardless of the situation.  In all honesty she missed him a lot.  She tried so hard to keep herself busy for the past 6 months. The thought of waiting caused her to tear up few days ago, now that they are together, she can only give in to Tim and accept the mutual physical longing

Tim lifted her tank top exposing her upper body.  Pam did not resist, she looked away to lessen the embarrassment.  

"I like what I see."  Tim looked at her face fascinated with the faint section created in her abdomen.  She is probably working on her abs.  She looked toned no longer skinny. 

Pam gave out a smile but covered her face, she felt proud and happy with what Tim said but at the same time still feeling embarrassed of her exposure.  Her boobs were never big like Lissy's but it stand proud despite its cute size.  

Tim cannot help but admire what she has done to her body.  What other way to enjoy but to give those abs little kisses?  This got Pam to curl inwards as she became ticklish with the subtle kisses.  It then escalated to the twins.  Tim sucked hard on both igniting goosebumps all over Pam's body.  Pam helplessly encircled her arms around his neck to support her weakening upper body due to the burning sensation. 

Pam thought that the long-haul flight will slow down Tim however he was like a beast that has never hunted for years.  The first assault was too sudden and rough.  He forcefully got in with one push.  Tim would normally tease he, let her adjust to his size and rhythm before going all out.  Pam gasp for breath, it hurts almost just like the first time, but it got better in succeeding assault.  In the end she was the prey that got slaughtered till the last drop.   

Pam never expected to wake up with feverish feeling down south.  She was too tired last night.  Even the daily exercises she had did not help regain her strength in every round they had.  It only allowed her to stay 'alive' as Tim bullied her all night.  Her body clock tells her that it still early in the morning.   Half awake, she tried to open her eyes to check on the time from the wall clock in front of the bed.   Before she could even confirm the time, she let out a loud moan.  She realized that her legs are raised and spread wide open, the raging bull appears to be cleaning up in between.

"Tim~" 

She was too weak to resist and say another word and just let out a long moan. 

Tim responded with, 'hmmm' acknowledging her call out.  It created a vibration to that sensitive part causing Pam to moan more.  Such reaction from Pam got Tim's mouth and tongue working double time.  Early in the morning, she is literally dripping.  Her sanity is about to escape her, trembling as she reached orgasm.  Tim knew it was coming and so he ascended.  

This action caused Pam to use his last ounce of breath to tell him, "no more please…" tapping his waist. 

The bull who is in position let out an evil smile but retreated.  Tim hugged Pam spooning her.  She was almost lifeless from releasing fluid in her body.  He was still teasing her butt with his thing but Pam pleaded.  

"Tim, you are not leaving tomorrow right?"

"Hmmm...why?"  he was sniffing her neck as he answered.

"We have time to do this again, I am drained."

Tim chuckled and continued with the tease, stroking her body sensually.  In a few minutes, Pam has drifted back to sleep.  It was indeed early, at 6am she woke up from the endless nibbling in the area in between her thighs.  Tim hugged her and for few more minutes stared at her face peacefully sleeping.   He then stood up to go to the bathroom and relieve the heat that is still prevalent in his body. 

While Pam is asleep, Tim roamed around the unit, checking each area.  He took note of the place where she would normally take or do video call with him.  The mini calendar at living room got his attention.  There were stickers on some dates.  He assumed that it represents her emotion for the day.  He looked back from the months since the first sticker has been pasted.  It was a crying emoji.  There were also stickers with sweat, heart and surprise.  Noticeably few days before he arrived in Sydney there were stickers depicting, she cried.  It was a good thing that he decided to cut the US trip to spend time with her. 

It was almost lunch time and he only had coffee in the morning, he started to feel hungry.  He saw bacon and eggs on the fridge.  There was also garlic, olive oil and pasta.  He started preparing to cook for traditional carbonara.   

The table is set with the simple pasta.  Tim checked on Pam.  She was still sleeping soundly, he suddenly felt sorry for her.  He was indeed too demanding of her to satisfy his needs.  He sat on one side of the bed and stoked her hair calling her soft, "Pam… Pam."

Pam responded only after several attempts from Tim to wake her up.  But what got her to open her eyes is when his hot breath fell on her ears and said, "wake up My Queen, otherwise we can do it again."

"Tim…stop joking.  I am drained."

"I am not joking!"  Pam is still naked under the quilt.  Tim was stroking her thigh.  

Pam tried to sit not even minding the quilt falling on her lap exposing her upper body full of love bites.  She is still on daze and confused state. What surprised Tim is when she hugged him. 

"Let me rest." She said pleading once more.

"I will let you rest, freshen up for now and let's have our lunch."

At the mentioned of lunch, Pam reacted 180 degrees.  She retracted from hugging Tim.  Stood up not minding her nakedness and proceed to the bathroom.  No matter how tired she is Tim has missed proper dinner and breakfast, she needs to get something prepared for lunch.

Tim just observed her movements, seeing her walk uninhibited got him smiling.  This is how he wants her to be uninhibited even if he is around.  Looking at her body, it is to die for.

Pam had to run away before its too late.  She has always dreamed of becoming successful in IT career.  Love came unexpectedly from an unexpected man.  She was willing to take the journey towards success with him.  She was ready to dive in a romantic relationship.  Suddenly he is part of her dream, her life, all her first was with him.  It was beautiful until she was apparently just an ego game. 

Tim…he still exudes the confidence.  He still got the appeal physically and mentally.  Everyone thinks he has everything!  After Pim left him, he felt abandoned, he felt empty. Thanks to Lissy he felt complete, ‘she is the one’.   Lissy is all that I need.   

What is the truth behind Tim?  He used to be Pim’s. His girl was once called Pim.  Asking both themselves in silence…why do we have to cross path once more when each has moved on. 

“What are you doing?” has been an interesting line for Tim. Read on to find out. There are some mature content.

We got home soon after and met our mother talking to Xander's parents while he sat down in one of the living room sofas.

"Hey!" Wyatt said, waving at him as we walked in. Xander rose his head up. He had dark brown hair like most people in my family, but his eyes were a warm green instead of the common deep brown. That was probably from his father, the sperm donor to his parents.

Xander looked surprised by Wyatt's friendliness. He even pointed at himself oddly as if asking if he'd been actually talking to him.

Wyatt laughed, nodding towards him. "Yes, I was talking to you. How have you been?" he asked, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"Oh," Xander said, looking away briefly. "I've been doing fine," he answered as he continued to watch the muted news playing on the TV screen in front of him. I didn't blame Xander for being surprised. Wyatt barely acknowledged his presence anytime he visited before, but Wyatt had changed. He's a lot friendlier — open. His boyfriend must have rubbed off on him.

"I'm heading upstairs, do you know which room you're staying in?" Wyatt asked, adjusting the strap of his backpack as he looked over at Xander. Xander turned towards him, running a hand through his hair as he nodded in reply.

"Yeah, I'm staying in the guest room," he said as Wyatt smiled.

"Ah, okay. If you need anything I'll be up in my room," Wyatt said before leaving the living room. The place went silent with me standing by a sofa, and Xander returning his gaze to the muted TV screen in front of him.

"Wyatt seems different," I heard him say.

"Yeah," I agreed, letting my nails sink into the soft material of the sofa as I bit my bottom lip. "How long do you think your mums are going to spend talking to my mum?" I asked. I needed to tell my mum about the opportunity Mr. Dave had told me about. I'd thought about it as Wyatt and I had walked home in silence, and with each passing thought on the way, it'd seemed more like a good idea.

So what if Toby was going to be there? It would just be three months, and I'd get paid as well as gain some experience. He'd probably act like nothing was out of the ordinary anyway, so the stabbing pain in my chest would be easier to ignore.

"I'm not sure, maybe another thirty or so minutes? They really don't want me to be here on my own," Xander laughed, making my eyes widen briefly in surprise. I'd barely heard him do anything but talk softly under his breath, and yes, laughing was a bit out of the ordinary for him, or anyone in his nuclear family for that matter.

"Ah," I said as I took a sit on the sofa I'd been resting my weight on. "They're really protective aren't they?" I watched as Xander shrugged in response to my question, not saying anything as he returned his divided attention to the TV again. I let out a sigh, taking my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans to go through it as I waited.

After a while, my mum walked into the living room with Xander's parents. One of them was my mum's sister, a petite woman with the signature Wilson brown hair and eyes, while the other was her wife Ivanka who was a redhead with dark eyes. They were based in Canada, my mum's sister being a newspaper illustrator, and her wife being a journalist.

"Xander, we'll be leaving soon," aunt Ivanka said with a small smile. I could tell that she was worried by her tense stance. She didn't look like she was prepared to leave the house or Xander behind. Xander hadn't been out of his hometown for more than a month before, and schooling in the USA for months at a time was a big step — maybe too big of a step for his parents to digest.

Xander tore his gaze from the TV to look at his parents with a smile on his face. He got up when my mum's sister spread her hands, and he walked into the hug.

"I'll miss you guys," he said when she let him go, and letting him move from her to hug aunt Ivanka. "I'll call often."

He watched them get escorted out of the house by my mother after that, when my mum got back into the house he went to stand by the window, probably watching them drive away. His shoulder soon slacked, and he let out a sigh before looking away from the window.

They must be out of sight now.

"They're gone," he said, frowning a bit like he'd just realized it was a reality.

"And they left you in good hands," my mum said with a smile. She was now sitting on the couch. "You can head to the guest room. Caleb can help you unpack your luggage, can't you Caleb?" she said, turning to look at me.

I nodded, watching Xander give us a small smile before leaving the room.

"I'll be there in a sec. I want to talk to my mum first," I said on top my voice as I watched him disappear into the hallway. When he was out of sight I turned to look at my mum. She was smiling a bit, like she always did when she was around me. She said she saw a replica of herself in me, and she couldn't help being 'amazed' when she looked at me as she put it.

"What do you want to talk about?" she asked, making me realize I'd been staring at her for about a minute without talking. I apologized, running a hand through my hair as I put away my phone. When I felt like I'd recollected my thoughts I started explaining things to her.

"Mr. Dave said that it would be helpful if I helped coordinate summer classes this year," I started, looking up to watch my mum's face for a reaction. She wasn't giving me any per se, she just stared on at me blankly so I continued talking. "They don't have anyone to help out in the art department, and it's not like I won't get paid — I will, and I could always put it down as experience..."

"Okay."

"Okay?" I asked, a little surprised she took it without any questions.

"Yes, Okay," she repeated drumming her painted nails against her jaw. "You'll be in college soon, and I think It'll help since you'll have to do everything from apprenticeship, co-ops, and internships there anyway."

There was a short pause before she started talking again. "For how long will you do it, though?" she's asked, flicking at her jeans with her lime painted fingernails. They were cut short since she wanted to be able to handle art supplies and the like. An accurate representation of what the dangers of being an artist with done up nails would be Ava trying to do anything with her acrylic nails. They always broke off, chipped, and the list could go on, but I'd give her an A-plus for effort.  I could only imagine the mental gymnastics behind trying to hold on to a short pastel chalk.

"If that's all you wanted to ask me, you can go and help your cousin settle in now," my mum said with a small smile before getting up from her seat. She then walked out of the room and into the hallway, and I could hear her voice calling out from my dad. He must be holed up in the art studio working on a commission, and during such periods my mum had to remind him to eat or take a nap.

I left the sitting room for the guest room soon after. It was on the ground floor and not far off from the living room. I opened the door straight away, forgetting to knock.

"Gosh, you scared me," Xander said when I walked into sight. He cursed under his breath afterward, his hands tightly pressing a book against his lap.

"I'm sorry," I said, apologizing. I watched him sigh before he threw a book under the bed. It looked like a journal, and I could see the brown book jacket decorated with stickers peeping out from beneath the bed. I frowned, wondering why he'd put it there. I didn't ask him though, I just went to sit at the edge of the bed close to the headboard. I watched him unpack. The drawers had been pulled out, and the closet doors were thrown aside to expose the naked hangers aligned within. The guest room was a smaller version of my room and Wyatt's, although it had its own personal bathroom.

"So, what can I help you with?" I asked after a while of watching Xander move about the room cradling clothes and cosmetics.

"You could arrange the stuff the desk, I guess," he said with a shrug as he stopped midway on his journey to the put the hangers now holding clothes in the open closet.

"Okay," I agreed, getting up and heading for the desk he'd just littered with everything from books, figurines, and cosmetics. Funny, most of his journals were there, and it got me wondering why he'd shoved that particular one under the bed. I knew most of them contained ongoing stories, he loved handwriting them after all.

"Should I put the books under the bed with the other one you put there before?" I asked, turning to face him. He'd paused midway into folding a sweater on the bed, and he was now giving me a small frown, but his face immediately reddened when he seemed to come to a realization of what I was talking about.

"No..." he trailed, looking at anything but me. "That's different," he said with a shaky voice as he looked away and continued folding his sweater. I stared on at him with a raised brow for a while, confused, but I eventually turned away, deciding that I'd failed to mind my business enough for one day.

The Prodigy Series is a collection of 10 books that follow 10 gay couples over 10 years. Each book/Volume features a different couple. 

[Book 1/Volume 1 - The Genius]

Wyatt Wilson has always been at the top of his grade. He's winning every quiz, debate and academic Olympic under the sun. His teachers adore him, his mates envy him and everyone generally thinks his parents are genuinely proud of him. But that's not the Wilson household for you. Meet the Wilsons, a family of seemingly generational artists. Wyatt's parents aren't interested in grades and scholarships; they're interested in art contests, exhibitions and art style. Every Wilson can create art - except for Wyatt. 
  
 As Wyatt struggles with being accepted at home, a new threat in form of a foreign exchange student threatens to take his place at the top of the class. Can Wyatt cope with losing the one thing that makes him relevant?

[Book 2/Volume 2 - The Tech Wiz]

Benjamin Maxwell is a Tech Wiz. He brings crashed computers back to life, gives gadgets whole new operating systems, recovers long lost data, and hacks into secure networks without even breaking a sweat.

Benjamin Already knows he has a secure place in his dad's tech repair shop after he graduates from high school. But what happens when Felix, a senior Ben has been crushing on since he got into high school asks him to join a young inventors contest as his partner?

Will Benjamin realize his talent is worth much more than he's been giving it credit for?

[Book 3/Volume 3 - The Artist]

Caleb is an artist, he's a master in every possible medium, and nothing less was expected from him as a Wilson, an extended family of high aspiring artists. Caleb enjoys creating art, but he doesn't enjoy the pressure that comes with it, and the expectations his parents weigh on him. 

Creating art slowly became a chore, and Caleb lost the spark that made his work shine, but things change when he meets Toby, a new teacher fresh out of college in his high school's art department. Toby helps him rediscover his love for art, and Caleb comes to a realization that his feelings for Toby were starting to head towards an irreversible direction.

"So, where are you headed off to so early in the morning?" Ryder and Blake pointed at themselves because they thought Lorenzo was asking them but the eldest in the household shook his head. "I know you are going to that library thirty minutes away from here. Why would you do that when there is one two blocks away? And you, you always leave for the studio at this time. Vivian here is dressed very elegantly, could that be her power?"

"I need to find a larger library to do more research. Of course, a jock like you would not remember how to find information that is not on the internet." Blake grinned and ducked after Lorenzo chucked an apple core at the youngest. They both knew Blake was being sarcastic but Lorenzo loves showing off his biceps. Blake dusted his precious lab coat and pushed his glassed up the bridge of his nose. "You can pick that up. Cinderella, make sure you wipe that spot well!"

As the twins put their shoes on, Ryder asked his brother who he was in the story of Lorenzella. Blake showed his fun side by saying Ryder would be the other stepsister. Ryder looked shocked, as if he had forgotten Cinderella had two sisters and I find it funny how Ryder wanted to be the crueler sister. "There is a cruel sister, right? I mean, they are both mean but I want to be evil!"

The doors closed and after they locked the door Ryder's loud voice fades as they walk away from the unit. Lorenzo waits for me by the coat hanger with a random pair of knee high combat boots hanging around his neck. We have a tradition of picking each other's shoes that started ever since we were kids. Others tease us for acting like a couple but I do not know if other friends in platonic relationships have their own weird traditions.

I looked at my outfit which consisted of a white turtleneck, a black bomber jacket, leather pants and a tote bag that holds my work and superpowers. I had to say that his styling has improved during the year because there was one time when he gave me running shoes that are comfortable but I was wearing a sundress. 

"I will find your superpower," Lorenzo whispers in my ear as I bend to slip the shoes on. I looked up to see his glistening teeth that could blind the eye and all I can think of if they were pure white or a slight shade darker. My friend saw my bewildered expression but slaps my back as if to ease the rising tension. "And when I do, it will be awesome!" 

"Yeah, I believe in you Lorenzo but I have a customer I need to meet." I checked my pockets for my phone, keys and a sharpened pencil. I'm ready to meet the first customer ever since I finished my last project but I know I will get cold feet when I actually meet the customer. He said he wanted to meet at his company but if I rode my bike it would take about forty minutes if traffic isn't bad. I would take public transportation but there are still a lot of people going to work at six. 

"You are riding your bike again?" I nod and Lorenzo looked reluctant to let me go. After moments of silence and Brett's background noise, Lorenzo opened the door to the balcony where we stored our bikes. He checked the bell which sent a row of pigeons flying from the railings. "Be careful, you hear me? I was riding the other day and almost got ran over by some fancy guy. Do you have the can of Fabreeze, pepper spray and dog repellent?" 

I nod and pull out the three cans of protection. Brett calls them the Guardians and sometimes I wonder if he is addicted to games or not. He is a game tester which makes his lifestyle slightly understandable. It is a wonder how he does not need glasses or contact lenses. "I hope I do not have to use the Fearsome Fabreeze." 

Brett whoops in the background like he always does when someone uses the names he gives to everyday objects. Fearsome Fabreeze can act as air fresheners after a long battle with constipation or it could be trickery according to Brett. He spent a week painting and perfecting the outer layer of the purple can until it looks like metal. 

"I have been trained to recognize poisonous fumes but I would be terrified to see an unmarked metal can I would sprint. Do you remember how to hold it?" He nods in satisfaction when I exaggerate a pose that we always see in superhero movies. "Also, you better not leak your superpower to anyone else. Who knows if you can make diamonds. Greedy people would surely love that." 

"But that isn't my power," I secured the tote bag in the basket hanging from my bike. Lorenzo opened the door for me and helped me to the elevator. He wanted to drop me off at the lobby but I told him to go back up and rest. "I will be fine." 

"I know but there are some crazy things happening out there. You are also a female, of course I would worry." He tapped the pocket holding my phone and reminded me to call him when I arrive at my customer's company building. "If anything seems suspicious do not eat, drink or breathe in the building. Which number am I on your speed dial?" 

"I think you are number two. 911 is always number one." I laugh when Lorenzo pretends to imitate one of his students who always throw temper tantrums. He smiles and waved me away as he spun on his feet. I waved at his retreating back, "Rest well! I will be back before you know it. I might get you your favorite cupcake from Hao's Bakery on the way back." 

I slowly brought my bicycle down the short flight of concrete stairs while trying to dodge seagulls scattered on different steps. Once I reach the sidewalk I took a whiff of the crisp morning air. Living right beside a Great Lake  is the best place for inspiration. Living with four guys in a busy city beside a lake was surely not what I wrote in elementary school for the 'When I grow up I want to be...' boxes. 

I rechecked my inventory and when I am sure I have everything I need, I hopped onto the bike. I zipped up my jacket pockets as I recalled the time I learned the hard way that riding with open pockets could be dangerous for my phone and keys. I have lost my previous phone and Brett had to buy me another one because he was worried whenever I went out without one of the boys. 

I stepped on the pedals and rode onto the lane for bicycles, keeping to the curb as closely as possible. As I rode through the urban streets I counted Uber cars as they went by, wondering what the story of the individual drivers were and where they were going. If they are on the road at six, they must have started very early but customers would be needing them later in the day so I do not know why so many are out at this time. 

I made a sharp turn to the right and looked at the smartwatch on my wrist to read the time. I still have more than enough time to stop by my favorite flower shop for inspiration. I rode into the bars for bicycles and dismounted while retrieving my tote bag from the basket. I slung the bag over my shoulders and tried to fix my hair using the windows. 

"Viv! How many times have I told you not to stick your face into the window? You are scaring my babies." The door of the shop opened which made a set of windchimes sing. I slowly turn my head to the side, straightening myself quickly. The best florist I know had a pot of different succulents in her hands. 

"Ah, I forgot the roses are pricks." We both grin at the pun I made and without invitation I walk past her to look around the cozy shop. Soft music that seems fit for mediation plays in the background. "I just wanted to get a flower for inspiration. What is the flower of the day, Melina?" 

"Daffodils! Symbolizes rebirth, fresh starts and all that jazz." Melina brought a small pot from the wooden counter. In the cute container decorated with stickers is a single stem with the bright flowering top. "This one is free since you created the stickers. The kids love them! I think you should try using social media to gain more exposure though." 

"I hear it's a good idea for artists but I don't think I am dedicated nor confident enough. I just finished a small project that paid really well and I'm also on my way to meet a customer." I gratefully take the daffodil from her outstretched hands. I give her a wink as I backed out of her shop, "Thanks Melina. I will be sure to make another set of stickers for your store." 

"Alright, take your time. If you do not think you can manage a social media account yourself I can help. The shop is not so busy around this time of year until some holiday comes along." Melina watched as I reorganized my stuff. She adjusted the flower pot and shook the handbars, satisfied when the pot seems secure. "Good luck! Whoever you are meeting would be shocked to see your skill." 

"Oh," I chuckled as I mounted my metal steed. I should be leaving the block any minute now if I want to be fifteen minutes early to the meeting.  "I like working at my own pace. I think being a freelancing artist has its difficulties but that's the same with every job. You say caring for plants makes you feel magical and I feel magical when I draw. I'll be seeing you soon. Maybe for setting up social media accounts just for fun. We can post about flowers and art!" 

"You mean me as in we? Alright, I might quickly make an Instagram account and I'll post the daily flowers until you come around again. Bye Vivian!" We wave at each other and said our byes. Melina walked back into her store and I continued on my way, watching buildings and cars as I fly past them. After the great start of the day I am full of ideas for my customer. Let's meet him first before I get too excited.

On the extreme left was Mix battleteam. On the right, Tall Boots, Bug, Stickers, Nx, Skitters and more names of battleteams were listed in order. The stats analyzer said, "I recommend, we go from weak to strong. The later the training tournament, the less the local top battleteams have a grasp of our internal tactics and capabilities. Though we are stronger and have no fear of them, but using such a structure would be advantageous for the national qualifiers." 
"I'm afraid we can't." Mo Huaifeng shook his head lightly. "It's the same for all of us. If we play the strong teams later, and they catch us by surprise, it would be extremely disadvantageous for us, whether for our mindset towards the competition or the countering of tactics. 
The stats analyzer thought for a moment. "That makes sense too. How about we do a give and take. Above average, below average, strong, average, going according to such a sequence, whether is it mindset or tactics, it should be more comprehensive." 
Mo Huaifeng nodded and said, "Skitters, Stickers, Wan Ning, Bug, Tall Boots, Nx, Bao Lu."
As he listed, the stats analyzer noted it down on the white board with a marker, adding, "There's still another eSports battleteam under Le Tian Club, W.J, formed last year, we can leave them to the end." 
Mo Huaifeng had no objections.
Only Ji Zhiyao was slightly stunned from hearing that.
W.J, this battleteam, the name sounded very familiar.
W.J…
!
Wasn't that his opponent in the friendly match that he placed at Silver Throne Shopping Center before he became a professional player?
What a small world.
Truly fascinating. 
Ji Zhiyao was a little dazed, Mo Huaifeng caught his dazed look with a dart of his peripherals and asked, "What are you daydreaming about?" 
Everyone looked towards Ji Zhiyao. Ji Zhiyao answered honestly, "This time last year, before I became a professional player, I played a friendly match against W.J."
Mo Huaifeng upon hearing the time frame, was reminded that he had asked Ji Zhiyao to play a match for him at the shopping center last year…
What a coincidence.
"Is that so?" The stats analyzer was full of interest. "I have only heard of this battleteam but still don't have a concrete understanding of their competence. NoHomo, what do you think?"
Ji Zhiyao spoke frankly, "Especially lousy. Back then I played a round of solo against their jungler, he could not beat me." 
Mo Huaifeng was quiet for a moment before he said, "Couldn't even beat you before you were trained, rather lousy indeed." 
Catching the contempt in his voice, Ji Zhiyao rolled his eyes and suggested. "But using them to boost the team's confidence before the national qualifiers would still be good." 
"Why are the both of you so complacent? Beware that they've already taken flight after training for a year." The stats analyzer chuckled. "Then let's still add them to the list. Anymore questions? If not, I am going to organize the list and let Yuan Wei go invite the teams."
Everyone gestured that they had no objections. 
Hence the stats analyzer took a photo of the white board and said, "I'll organize it back at my office later, Yuan Wei, I'll send it to you tonight."
"Got it. I'll start inviting them one by one tonight." 
The stats analyzer picked up the marker and started to write sequence numbers in front of the battleteams. 
Ji Zhiyao looked towards the white board and realized that this sequence was the rankings from the previous national qualifiers.
Mix Battleteam, first.
Tall Boots Battleteam, second.
Bug Battleteam, third.
Followed by Skitters, Stickers, Nx, W.J had not been formed then, thus they were placed at the end.
The stats analyzer explained, "At every national qualifiers, locally, there will be 20 battleteams qualified to participate. The competing system is relatively simple, first these 20 battleteams will be divided into A and B groups, there will be a scrimmage within the group, the five victorious battleteams from each group qualify to move on. The remaining ten battleteam teams will then draw lots and go through a points segment, after four rounds of competition, the top two teams with the highest number of accumulated points will compete against each other, the winner takes the number one spot and qualifies for the international league." 
"The competing system is generally so. As for the points segment, each round between battleteams is made up of a 1v1 match, a 3v3 match and three matches of 5v5. The 1v1 gives two points, 3v3 three points and 5v5, five points. Hence, the respective small points and the overall total are both important, but even more important than that would be teamwork." 
"Anything else you are unclear of?" 
Ji Zhiyao committed everything to memory and shook his head with the others,
Seeing that the stats analyzer had finished speaking, Yuan Wei nagged on as usual like a mother. "There are more things to take note of, Captain will advise all of you when the time comes. But all of you must take note, be sure not to cause trouble, before the national qualifiers end, you all must be well-behaved, keep your tails between your legs. Just in case any accidents happen and you are banned from competing. Things can still be arranged for the mid-laner and jungler positions, for the rest, the consequences will be unimaginable. Once the participating name list is submitted, it cannot be changed at the last minute. It's not so bad if one person cannot compete, if you implicate because there are not enough numbers and the team cannot compete, just wait for Captain to kick you out." 
With that, Yuan Wei stared eagerly at Mo Huaifeng. Ji Zhiyao followed suit and found that Mo Huaifeng very kindly made a "hmph" sound through his nose. 
This guy better f*cking not be a fool.
The stats analyzer cleaned off the words on the white board. "It will essentially be these teams that we will invite for the training tournaments, there won't be any change. Except for Skitters and W.J, we have played against the rest previously. All of you think back properly on their distinguishing features. In a while I will go send the organized materials on the battleteam to all of you, study up by yourselves, do watch the videos of last year's national qualifiers too."
Everyone nodded without a word.
Everything that was to be instructed was finally done so, the stats analyzer moved the white board to a side, Yuan Wei also walked out of the training and sat on the sofa outside. Mo Huaifeng shifted his chair, "Let's start training."
Everyone shifted their chairs back to their seats in succession. 
Ji Zhiyao had just settled in when Mo Huaifeng knocked lightly on the surface of the desk with his knuckles. "NoHomo, come out for a while."
Ji Zhiyao looked confusedly towards Mo Huaifeng and realized that he had already stood up, all he could catch was a back view. Hence he then looked confusedly at the rest, the others all had an expression of not knowing what was going on. He sucked in the corner of his lips and willingly followed outside. 
Mo Huaifeng was standing under a tree in the yard, upon seeing him, some hints of a smile could not help but appeared on his face. Ji Zhiyao smiled too. "Captain, why did you call me out here?" 
The trace of a smile in Mo Huaifeng's eyes became deeper. "Heart to heart talk."
Ji Zhiyao dropped onto the long bench at the side, asking lazily, "Because we are starting to play training tournaments, you wanted to remind me to properly adjust my frame of mind? Don't worry, my mentality is great." 
"No."
Ji Zhiyao looked questioningly at him. "Then why?" He thought for a moment and came up with the most possible answer. "Could it be about who will go on between me and Brother Xiao?"
"Mm."
Ji Zhiyao surveyed the surroundings, after finding that there was no one, he patted the empty spot beside him and indicated for Mo Huaifeng to sit with him.
Mo Huaifeng sat down and freely leaned his shoulders against Ji Zhiyao's, saying, "Xiao went to the hospital for a checkup, his wrist has completely recovered. The stats analyzer has also done a comprehensive analysis for him, currently he cannot match up to his peak period, but there also isn't much of a difference. If nothing goes wrong, for the national qualifiers, Xiao as the starter, will be the main player. But there are also chances for both of you to take turns going on, you must adjust your mindset accordingly. 
Each starting player has always been the battleteam's first choice, because they are better in terms of chemistry with their teammates and also their ability. Take Xiaofei as an example, though he was Mix's mid-laner reserve, he rarely had any chance to go on officially, during usual trainings, he also rarely worked with starting members.
Since Ji Zhiyao came to Mix battleteam, he essentially trained as the sixth starting member. Battleteam activities, training tournaments, practice with ranked matches, there would always be a fixed place for him. All of a sudden, Ji Zhiyao was expected to return to being a reserve. Mo Huaifeng was worried that he wouldn't be able to turn his frame of mind around well. 
Ji Zhiyao went speechless in a second, when he looked up again, his eyes were bright as he said, "I am indeed a little sad." 
Mo Huaifeng pursed his lips.
Ji Zhiyao continued, "But Brother Xiao's hand injury recovering, is a rather happy thing. I finally don't have to worry about being blamed when we lose competitions in the future."
Mo Huaifeng froze and his lips promptly curved up. 
He had forgotten, Ji Zhiyao might be mischievous, but he had never been disappointing.
"Don't worry. I'm still young, there are still many years to come." 
"Mm."
Ji Zhiyao turned his body and looked at him. "What about the training tournaments? Am I to take turns with Brother Xiao?"
Mo Huaifeng nodded. "Yes. Heng, Xiaofei, Xiao and you are to practice rotating your turns. Because we don't know if Xiao's hand injury will relapse, your training mission won't be easy."
Ji Zhiyao exhaled deeply, seeming like he was completely relieved. "That's great, I thought that I was going to be idle this summer vacation." 
"No chance."
He reached out his hand and grabbed Ji Zhiyao's one.
Ji Zhiyao held his hand too and let go after a while, his tone relaxed as he said, "Let's go Captain, back to training!"
…
Training in preparation for the national qualifiers was much tougher than before.
The most obvious change was, to ensure there was time to train, the dinner parties for everyone in Mix had gone from three to four times a week to once every two weeks.
That afternoon, Mix battleteam welcomed their very first training tournament, against Skitters.
Skitters Battleteam had already existed since the Chinese eSports scene just started, it was considered one of the earliest battleteams in the scene. Their former batch of members retired after participating in the national qualifiers three years ago, the current batch of members was a new generation of players selected by the club, all were very young. 
These three years, they took part in various big and small competitions and also left behind some video materials. After the stats analyzer observed and analyzed their gameplay, he came up with a distinguishing feature of Skitters.
Stable.
Way too stable.
They were completely unlike eSports newbies who were filled with eagerness, instead they were more like wily old foxes that had been around for several years. No matter what battleteam they were up against, they would always adopt the practice of making progress through ensuring stability, attacking with the way of defense and rarely initiating an attack. 
After a discussion, it would be Xiaofei and Xiao going on for this tournament. 
Ji Zhiyao moved a little stool and sat behind Xiao with his notebook, preparing to take notes while watching the matches. Heng sat behind Xiaofei. 
After selecting their champions, the match began right away.
Xiao could not control his itch once the match began and called Xiaofei along, both of them charging towards the opponent's blue daddy.
Skitter's jungler had probably saw them in the mini map and sent a signal telling his teammates to wait there. The levels and abilities of both teams were very low, after fighting head-on for a while, Xiaofei and Xiao decisively retreated.
K: "Develop wretchedly, don't wander daddies." 
Xiao: "Chill chill. It's because I haven't played training tournaments in a long time, I'm just feeling slightly excited."
Xiao returned to their jungle and began farming creeps.
Because Skitters was really too boring, only quietly killing waves of minions in their turrets, only their turret defense was top class. Even Mo Huaifeng who all along not keen of creating trouble was a little annoyed and said, "Get some tank equipment, dive the turrets for kills. Xiao take note of the opposite jungler." 
Xiao grinned. "Roger."
Telling him to take note of the opposite jungler, wasn't it telling him to get ready to counter jungler anytime?
Even if they don't like fighting, they would have to when the opportunity was created!
Xiao changed his equipment and stealthily made his way to the opponent's jungle. When Skitter's jungler moved closer, being completely unaware, Xiao who had been hiding for long rushed out and thrashed him. 
At the same time, Mo Huaifeng who already lost his patience at the bottom lane put on his equipment and directly finished off the opponent's top laner.
Two kills broke the 15 minute long deadlock situation with no kills. 
However this match dragged on until the 50th minute. Both teams were as firm as rock, everyone harmoniously developed and dragged the match to a later stage. 
Ji Zhiyao watched till even his head hurt.
Heng: "Goodness gracious, even the last match against Tall Boots at the previous national qualifiers hadn't been this disgusting. Fortunately it was Xiaofei who went on today and not me. Xiao, does your hand hurt?"
Xiao: "Still fine. F*ck, are you sure these are new numbers? Why do they not have any sense of vigor at all! Nothing like my son, full of vigor and energy, rebuts the whole world and the team dictator." 
Nuo cackled: "Amazing huh Xiao. For Chinese New Year next year, NoHomo would have couplets to hang outside his dorm's door."
Ji Zhiyao had a speechless expression.
Mo Huaifeng saw a chance and pushed down the second last turret in the middle lane whilst hiding in the bushes, then said, "Xiao take the big dragon, Xiaofei bait. Lure them all to the middle, we'll push directly from the middle lane."
K: "Tell me I'm not the only one who caught the impatience in Captain's tone." 
Mo Huaifeng: "I urgently need to pee."
Following the mindset of "no matter what we cannot delay Captain from going to the toilet", Xiaofei went to the middle lane and died gloriously in the face of their enemies, the middle lane directly became a complete mess. Xiao took advantage of that to take down the big dragon then obediently hurried to the defense turret to join the rest. 
A training tournament that dragged on for 50 minutes, finally ended within the last five minutes. In the last moment, Nuo who was used as a human shield and pushed out to block three of the Skitters' players received affectionate gazes from everyone, Mo Huaifeng's expression became incomparably relaxed and made an exception in patting his leg before hastily running towards the bathroom. 
According to Nuo's own words: "Turns out in Captain's heart, I'm of greater importance than his physiological needs."
His eyes were teary, Ji Zhiyao was especially tempted to get him to sober up quickly.
He wrote the last word and put his notebook away. Looking up, he saw his Captain, like a son of an aristocratic family, leisurely walk out of the bathroom, swung his hands and said, "Break for the afternoon, come back before 9 PM at night to train."
Nuo cheered loudly, bouncing around the whole room in a pair of oversized pants. "I'm dying of hunger, I want to eat at the sauerkraut fish place at Chang Jing Road, Captain's treat please!"
K asked, "Brother, did you not eat lunch?"
"If I had not eaten lunch I would have fainted long before the tournament. This meal can be taken as my afternoon tea, aren't you hungry after defeating that bunch of rock men from Skitters?" 


The handsome, skilled newbie livestreamer, Ji Zhiyao, has a dream. 

"One day, I want to become the most famous crosstalk actor amongst the livestreamers."

Later on, this dream is forgotten by him and secretly becomes another.

"I want to overthrow Fi-god! I want to become Mix's new team dictator!"

The rich and aloof idol of the eSports scene, Mo Huaifeng, also has a dream. 

"Two years later, Mix will definitely make it into the International League."

Soon after, subtle changes happens to this dream.

"I want to make it into the International League with Ji Zhiyao and after winning, I will f**k him on livestream."

Livestreamer to eSports pro, Captain to boyfriend, will their dreams come true?

Within the Proulx Gallery. Elegant music wafted over everyone present, as all of the visitors silently inspected one sculpture after another.

The gallery was divided into the main gallery, the expert’s gallery, and the master’s gallery.

The main gallery took up an enormous amount of space, and also contained the most works of art. Towards the northeast corner of the gallery, there were three works of art, all of which emanated a very unique aura. Anyone who had spent time studying the art of sculpting would immediately sense the aura.

But there were more than ten thousand works of art in the gallery, and these three sculptures were thus like needles hidden within an ocean. It was quite difficult for anyone to pay them any mind.

“Most of these sculptures feel hollow. They have a shape but no soul.”

The 180-year old Count Juneau [Zhunuo] was slowly making his way through the main hall, his gaze flickering past one work of art after another. Count Juneau didn’t have any other hobbies; the only thing he liked was sculptures. Every day, he would spent his morning strolling through the Proulx Gallery.

But within the main gallery, there were very few sculptures capable of attracting Count Juneau’s interest.

“Milord Count, have any sculptures struck your fancy?” A beautiful attendant by his side said to him. Because Count Juneau came here every morning, all of the attendants working at the Proulx Gallery had become quite familiar with him.

Count Juneau shook his head and laughed. “Haven’t found any yet.”

“Milord Count, the quality of the sculptures here is much inferior than that of the sculptures in the hall of experts and the hall of the masters. Why do you spend every morning here?” The female attendant said curiously.

Count Juneau intentionally let out a mysterious laugh. “You don’t understand. There are countless sculptures within this main hall. Perhaps hidden within there are some good works. The feeling of panning for gold by sifting through mud is quite marvelous.”

“Oh?” The attendant looked at Count Juneau questioningly.

Count Juneau didn’t explain any further. He continued to appraise one sculpture after another without stopping, but when he reached those three works of art sculpted by Linley, his eyes lit up. Having appraised sculptures for over a century, he could immediately discern that these three sculptures were special.

“Cool, natural, proud and aloof…”

Count Juneau couldn’t help but praise.

The word was ‘essence’. For a work of art to be termed a ‘good’ work of art, it had to have that certain special essence to it. At a single glance, Count Juneau could tell that these three works of art emanated a cool, proud, and aloof aura. It was this unique aura which had stopped Count Juneau in his tracks.

“Come over here and help me place a bid. For these three sculptures, I am willing to bid a hundred gold coins each.” Count Juneau said to the female attendant.

The female attendant beamed and immediately pulled out a records book. After recording down the registration number of each sculpture, she took out three pieces of paper and placed them next to the sculptures, with each piece of paper bearing the words ‘hundred gold coins’ on them.

While the female attendant was doing her administrative work, Count Juneau continued to savor these three sculptures.

“Wait a second!” Juneau’s shadowy eyes suddenly lit up again as he stared fixedly at the sculpture of the ‘Velocidragon’. “How is it possible that the scaly armor on the back of the Velocidragon shares the same outline and line with the leg, as though it were all done as part of one series? Logically speaking, the scaly carapace should have been carved by a butterfly chisel, while the leg should have been carved using the straight chisel. No matter how careful one is, a sculptor can’t possibly make the lines flow together 100% perfectly!”

Count Juneau had studied sculpture for over a century.

Originally, he wasn’t a particularly wealthy noble, but based on his keen sight, he had collected many sculptures at a low price which he would later sell at a much higher price. This was how Count Juneau had become one of the wealthy nobles of Fenlai City.

“Can it be that it was carved using a single tool? Impossible, aside from the butterfly chisel, what tool could possibly have been used to carve out such perfect, exquisite details in each protruding scale?” Count Juneau frowned, concentrating fiercely. He had never seen something so queer.

“Milord Count?” Seeing him in a daze, the female attendant couldn’t help but call out to him softly.

Count Juneau’s eyes flickered. He said to himself, “I didn’t expect that I would encounter such a unique work of art in the main hall of the Proulx Gallery. I can’t let others notice it. If I bid a hundred gold coins, some people will take special notice of it. It might cause the price to dramatically increase.”

Count Juneau immediately made his decision.

He would leave these sculptures alone for a few days, and come back later to bid on it during the final two days.

“Help assist me in cancelling my offer.” Count Juneau directly said to the woman next to him.

“Cancel?” The female attendant was startled. Based on their normal rules, once a bid was made, it could not be retracted. But Count Juneau was a very old, longstanding customer of the Proulx Gallery, and so the female attendant very matter-of-factly removed the three bidding stickers.

“Might I ask milord Count why you have retracted your bid?” The female attendant asked.

Count Juneau smiled mysteriously. “No need for you to ask. Oh, right, I want to ask you, how many days have these three sculptures been on display?”

The female attendant flipped through her records, then smiled. “These three sculptures will be on display until June 30th. They were just brought here to the main hall yesterday.”

Count Juneau nodded fractionally.

“Alright, I’ll wander around a bit. You can go ahead and do what you need to do.” Count Juneau smiled.

But in his heart, Count Juneau secretly rejoiced. In his appraisal, the true valuation of these three sculptures should be in the range of three thousand gold pieces. An ordinary sculpture by anexpertwas worth around a thousand gold pieces, and these three sculptures were all carved in a very unique manner. Just based on that alone, the actual valuation would be doubled.

……

Count Juneau continued to visit the gallery every day. Indeed, just as he had expected, because the Proulx Gallery had so many sculptures, nobody else had managed to discover these three sculptures. Even if someone had, they only felt that the sculptures looked nice, and couldn’t see the true value of these sculptures.

June 10th.

Count Juneau once more arrived at the Proulx Gallery. Casually strolling about the main hall, he browsed through the selections. But once he reached the three sculptures, his face tightened. Next to each of the sculptures, there was a bidding slip.

Three stone sculptures, each one with a bid for three hundred gold coins.

Seeing this bid, Count Juneau inwardly seethed. “Fool! Even if you saw the true value of the sculptures, why would you bid such a high price right off the bat? This will just draw more attention to it.” Count Juneau’s heart was filled with rage, but there was nothing he could do. He didn’t have the authority to retract someone else’s bid.

Everything unfolded just as he predicted and feared.

June 12th. Count Juneau once again reached the three sculptures. By now, the price had changed once again.

“Five hundred gold coins?” Count Juneau’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Seems like there’s quite a few people who know quality when they see it.”


Empires rise and fall on the Yulan Continent. Saints, immortal beings of unimaginable power, battle using spells and swords, leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Magical beasts rule the mountains, where the brave – or the foolish – go to test their strength. Even the mighty can fall, feasted on by those stronger. The strong live like royalty; the weak strive to survive another day.

This is the world which Linley is born into. Raised in the small town of Wushan, Linley is a scion of the Baruch clan, the clan of the once-legendary Dragonblood Warriors. Their fame once shook the world, but the clan is now so decrepit that even the heirlooms of the clan have been sold off. Tasked with reclaiming the lost glory of his clan, Linley will go through countless trials and tribulations, making powerful friends but also deadly enemies.

Come witness a new legend in the making. The legend of Linley Baruch. 

Nobi House, Backyard

"Haah..Ha...hahh..hah..ha...

On the ground, there lay a boy that dont even have a hint of muscle on his body wearing a yellow shirt, blue shorts, and glasses, panting on exhausion.

After he lay on the ground for ten minutes he suddenly sit up. Looking at the ground and pulling the little grasses that have grown there.

"Ahhh.. this is really hard, *sigh"

It is of course, non othere than our great protagonist, Ace or now called Nobita.

After he started with the running, without even five minutes he was out of gas, in other words , he got weak stamina and exhausted fast.

"I really don't want to exercise anymore and just want to lay on my futon and sleep, but," a flash of determination flicker on his black eyes and continued,"This is for my future, base on my knowledge on Doraemon that I watch in the past, Nobita is always going on dangerous places for their adventures.

"Because of that I need to make myself stronger!" he said, then he look at his body and suddenly became depress, then he saw the sticker that is plasted on him and became cheerful again.

"Luckily, I got Doraemon to help me with this, with him here I'm sure it will be a piece of cake." he said with a big silly smile on his face, to the point that his big eyes turn into slits.

Thinking of that he was suddenly full of energy. He stand up and dusted body of dirt.

"I should probably start running again,"

Then he run again arounf their backyard.

***

5 minutes later Nobita is still running. 

After another minute, he is now again exhausted. He rested while laying on the ground again while thinking,'I can really see my effort having visible results fast with the help of the [Stickers] of Doraemon.' he thought.

Without him realizing the time, he just keep running and it only motivate him more when he see that visible result of it.

He run until he notice the warm orange light from the sun shining on him.

"Oh! I did not even notice the time" he said while looking at the sun.

After that he enter the house, he saw his mother watching tv on the living room. Without bothering her he enter the bathroom, remove his clothes and started washing and brushing his body meticulously then step in the bath slowly.

"Ahhhhh...." a comfortable sigh involuntarily escapes his mouth.

"A bath is really good" he said with his eyes close resting in the warm water.

He fall asleep without him realizing because of his exhausion.

***

An our past by, and he finally woke up, he slowly open up his eyes.

"It seems like I pass out because of exhausion," he muttered in small  

The first thing he saw is the ceiling of his room. Then he look around and saw Doraemon reading a manga and laughing at a corner.

Doraemon, who also notice him waking up said,"Oh your finally awake" he glance at him and then resume reading the manga.

"Yeah, Doraemon how did I end up in my room?" he said while slowly sitting up.

"Mama was asking me where you've gone to, because she notice that your not at the yard anymore, so we look for you around  the house and finally saw you at the bath pass out, then I carry you to your room after dressing you up." Doraemon said slowly

Nobita turn silent for a moment, then said," Thank You Doraemon!" he said sincerely.

Doraemon look at him again, then said, "No Problem" with a smile.

Ace Trickster, a man from our universe is wondering in a forest in japan during his vacation and found a mysterious tree on a forest near Mt. Fuji.

While nearing the tree, he suddenly stumble on a root, and rolled straight to the tree. Only to be granted with a life that he can't even imagine.

Join Ace through his many adventure in another universe.

____

Disclaimer: I don't own Doraemon or anything from an anime that might appear in this novel. Beside the OC.

Hey come! Join me in my adventure without a stable release

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By the way, photo is not mine just got it from google.

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