just a collection of sad and short poems written by me

I love to express my self through writing poems, and they might not be the best. I hope that you guys enjoy them.

I lived my first life as the strongest immortal under the heavens.
I lived my second life as the strongest mage in history.  
I lived my third life as the strongest swordsman in the continent, 
I lived my fourth life as the best hacker in the world. 
In my fifth life I lived as the richest man in the modern world. In my sixth life I lived as the best mechanic that created mechs in history. 
In my seventh life I lived as the best singer, idol and actor in the world.
In my eighth life I lived as the best academic prodigy that surpassed Einstein in history. 
In my ninth life I lived as the best chef ever recorded in modern history. 
Now in my tenth life I seem to have inherited all my powers and memories, I had no other regrets other than the fact that I can't laze around Now that I'm satisfied with my life I will spend my tenth life lazing around my house and relax  as for a lifetime. But it seems fate doesn't want to help me, now what should I do?

I lived my first life as the strongest immortal cultivator under the heavens.
I lived my second life as the strongest mage in history.  
I lived my third life as the strongest swordsman in the continent, 
I lived my fourth life as the best hacker in the world. 
In my fifth life I lived as the richest man in the modern world. In my sixth life I lived as the best mechanic that created mechs in history. 
In my seventh life I lived as the best singer, idol and actor in the world.
In my eighth life I lived as the best academic prodigy that surpassed Einstein in history. 
In my ninth life I lived as the best chef ever recorded in modern history. 
Now in my tenth life I seem to have inherited all my powers and memories, I had no other regrets other than the fact that I can't laze around Now that I'm satisfied with my life I will spend my tenth life lazing around my house and relax  as for a lifetime. But it seems fate doesn't want to help me, now what should I do?

Afternoon.

The weather wasn't too good. It was a bit misty.

Zhang Ye came to the unit and before he entered, his phone rang. It was his mother.

"Son."

"Oh, mom."

"Are you coming home for Mid-Autumn's Day?"

"I can't go back; I have to work overtime."

"Overtime on a holiday? You should be free at night then?"

"I should be free tonight. I will go back once I have knocked off."

"Don't come back to Cai Shi Kou; go directly to your grandmother's place. The relatives will all be there. They have heard that you have gained fame; your younger sisters (cousins) are all nagging to see you."

"Okay. Then, I will try to go early."

"Don't forget; my face will depend on you tonight!"

"What face? They are all relatives. Are you bragging about me again?"

"Anyhow, just buy more things and bring them over. Don't be too thrifty; buy the expensive ones. You are now a public figure; don't go throwing my face. Okay, I’m hanging up."

Du Du Du; the line was disengaged.

Zhang Ye smiled bitterly. His mom didn't have any other bad points. The only big feature was that she liked to brag. Yes, Zhang Ye admitted that he had inherited this from his mother. But he had never felt this was a bad point! Many examples in his world would validate this.

Is bragging wrong? No!

Do you know how Bill Gates became the richest person in the world?

Do you know how Li Na became the tennis world champion?

Do you know how Liu Xiang broke the world record in the hurdles event?

Not many people should know about this! What is the reason? Haha, the reason is they...... Alright, all of these events have nothing to do with each other. Let's change the topic!

Not many people had arrived at the office.

Zhang Ye didn't look around as he walked in. Suddenly, a voice appeared from behind.

It was Big Sis Zhou. She smiled. "Greet me, or not. There will I stay, no sorrow, nor joy."

Zhang Ye quickly smiled and turn back to look at her, "Big Sister Zhou, good morning. I'm sorry. The flowers on your desk were blocking you; I did not notice you were here."

Big Sis Zhou said proudly, "How was it, Little Zhang? I used your poem correctly?"

Zhang Ye embarrassedly said, "You saw Weibo last night?"

"Of course, I saw it. I followed your Weibo last night. I did not expect that after I followed it, the party had also started. It caused me to fall asleep after 12 last night. You didn't follow me, right? I even forwarded your new poem." As she spoke, she felt some injustice for him, "Ignore those people from the Writers' Association. If you don't know what art is and can't write poems, then no one in the world can write poems. Big Sis supports you. Don't take it to heart."

Zhang Ye smiled. "Thank you, Big Sis Zhou."

Outside, people began streaming in for their overtime.

"Eh, Teacher Little Zhang, you've come? Why did you get into a pinch with people yesterday?"

"Vice President Meng is the Leader of the Beijing Writers' Association. How did you offend him?"

"That's right. I saw it yesterday, too. Teacher Little Zhang, if I had any say, you shouldn't have posted your last poem. Those are the Writers' Association's Leaders and seniors. If you really offend them, how are you to enter the Writers' Association in the future? I think that it is best to leave some leeway. Hai, but those people are also too much. Why did they reprimand you for no reason? Even if your poems aren't comparable to them as seniors, how old are you? You are still young. They also can't say that your poems have no literary value. That's too damaging. I think your poem is still acceptable and isn't as bad as they say."

"Sis Liu, what did you say? You say Teacher Little Zhang's poem is acceptable? I think you have been misled by that group of people; Teacher Little Zhang has so much talent!"

Several sisters and aunties began an exchange of difference in opinions.

Until work starts at 9 A.M., the topic was hotly discussed amongst everyone.

Tian Bin also had an interest in the battle on Weibo last night. He interrupted to ask, "Sis Zhou, what sort of person is Vice-President Meng like? Those old timers are very experienced. Big Thunder and a few other poets, all of them are professionals. If they said so, then it must mean they criticized it according to their literary learnings. How can we judge, since we are not as knowledgeable as them? It's not that I am stepping on Teacher Zhang Ye. But like the old comrades of the Writers' Association said, there are many issues. After reading it, I also feel some doubts."

Big Sister Zhou looked at Tian Bin, "Then why don't you create a poem for me to listen to?"

Tian Bin replied, "I don't have such capabilities, but I still have some basic judgment skills." He turned around towards Jia Yan, "Teacher Little Jia, what do you think?"

Jia Yan gave some thought and said, "Teacher Zhang's poems definitely cannot compare with those seniors. As for whether it has any literary value, it's not my place to make an evaluation."

What they said was also heard by Zhang Ye.

When Zhang Ye used two poems to save a life on Wang Xiaomei's live broadcast, the office and even everyone in the Beijing Radio Station had completely acknowledged his talent and poem. They had all said that it was good, with no one denying it. But now, the Writers' Association with Meng Dongguo as the head had openly questioned and denied Zhang Ye's poems publicly. As such, his colleagues were now not unified in their beliefs. Some said they were good, while others said they were bad. Even more were uncertain and confused. Sometimes, the authoritative opinions of experts were very damaging and also affected many.

How was one to change the situation?

How was one to eliminate the public's doubts?

There was no other way. As long as Zhang Ye's qualifications were weaker than Meng Dongguo and company’s, then he was not able to turn the tide. He would only be repressed by their words. Unless… Unless Zhang Ye used his absolute talent and strength to trample on Meng Dongguo and company at a specific place and time. Otherwise, the doubts by people would forever linger on. So what if he responded yesterday? So what if the poem was well-written yesterday? The Writers' Association said that it wasn't good! They said that he did not know art! They said that he did not know literature! Just them moving their lips was enough to make you be helpless! This was the deceptive power of authority and prerogative. Many commoners did not understand this, so they only believed what the experts said!

Today, there was no announcement of the listenership ratings, as there were a lot of things happening in the station.

Zhang Ye did not care what everyone said. He got up to get his recording done, "Xiaofang, help me reserve a recording studio. Quickly, or it will be too late."

"Alright." Assistant Xiaofang answered and immediately went to arrange it. However, she returned a few minutes later, "Teacher Zhang, the station has informed me that our Literature Channel's programs from noon to 2 P.M. have all been canceled. There's no need to record. Apparently, the News and Music Channels will also be broadcasting the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet!"

"Ah?"

"It's been cancelled?"

"Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? This is the thing that the Leader has been busy with over the past few days?"

A few moments later, Zhao Guozhou entered, "Everyone, quiet down. Today's broadcast has some last-minute changes. Listen for a while. From 12 noon, the seventh Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet that was held in conjunction with the Beijing Writers' Association and our radio station will begin. Our Literature Channel will also join in for the live broadcast. This Poetry Meet will be different from the last one done by the Jinshi Radio Station. There will be a composing and voting segment. We have invited the Education Ministry's Leader and the Vice President of the Beijing Writers' Association and about a dozen of its members. The exact name list has not been confirmed, but there will definitely be quite a few people. As the association's Teachers' creations will be poems related to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the listeners behind the radio can also compose and post them on our website's comment section. Later on, the listeners' votes will decide on the top three. So we have added some competitive elements to make the program more interesting."

Compose poetry?

Then Meng Dongguo and those people from the Writers' Association would also come?

Zhang Ye chuckled upon hearing this. "He who has one enemy will meet him everywhere." Yesterday, he had just been scolded by him on the internet. And today they would be meeting?

Would Big Thunder come?

Would Little Red Mushroom come?

In fact, Zhang Ye actually looked forward to seeing them in the station!

Zhao Guozhou exhorted, "So put down everything in your hands. Today, everything will have the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet as its focus. Everyone, go help out. The live broadcast venue will be in the auditorium. This is the first time that we are using such a large live broadcast venue. The equipment has not been fully tuned, so those I call out will follow me later and help out. Right. As it was not easy inviting a large audience, everyone should take an early lunch later. The cafeteria will hand out lunch early at 10.30 A.M. At noon, everyone will take their seats in the auditorium.

After calling out some names, Zhao Guozhou brought four young lads with him to the auditorium.

Big Sis Zhou suddenly said, "Teacher Little Zhang, will you be participating in the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet? Writing poetry is one of your strengths. They said that you don't understand literature? Then show it to them!"

Another Big Sis said, "Come on. Little Zhang did not make any early preparations and just got notified. Those Teachers must have been informed a long time ago. They would have foolproof preparations. How can Little Zhang compete with them? It's better that he not embarrass himself."

An auntie in charge of copyright said, "Little Zhou, don't let them give you bad ideas. Little Zhang's poems are good, but that's only to us. Those people from the Writers' Association are professionals. Some of them are poets and famous artists; how is he to compete with them?" In a layperson's heart, the work is not actually important. Reputation and prestige is what they first look at. Zhang Ye is just a newcomer and has never entered the Writers' Association, so people will subconsciously identify Zhang Ye's works as inferior.

There were all sorts of differing opinions.

Later, as there wasn't much time left, everyone went to the cafeteria for an early meal.

Zhang Ye was actually in a dilemma. For the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, Meng Dongguo, Big Thunder and company would most likely be participating. Wasn't this the best time to turn the tide for himself? Wasn't this the best moment to prove himself? But how was he to participate in it? It could be seen from the format of the poetry contest. Although the listeners could participate by publishing their creations, that was just in text form. But the people from the Writers' Association would be reciting their works live. Hence, the top three had already been decided by the station to be one of those from the Writers' Association. They had already given them a huge advantage!

Go mess things up?

Stab them in their backs?

Hence, even if Zhang Ye wanted to go on, he did not know if the radio station's management and the people from the Beijing Writers' Association would let him go on the show.

Forget it. We'll see how it goes. As for the poem regarding the Mid-Autumn Festival? Zhang Ye had not thought of it yet. It was not that his brain was void of works, but it was.. filled with too many!

He wasn’t prepared?

Did he even need to prepare?

Mid-Autumn Festival poems? Not to brag, but Zhang Ye would probably not be able to finish reciting them, even if given a day and a night!

The Mid-Autumn Festival was not a modern day festival. It had a long history that dated back to ancient times, so there was a countless number of poems relating to the Mid-Autumn Festival. In this world, history did not have many changes. There were the same old dynasties and emperors, just like in Zhang Ye's memories. As such, history would not cause too many changes. The game ring probably could not change the historical background, or else society might no longer have such a social structure. It would affect everything.

However, many famous cultural works and famous historical figures did not exist!

Li Bai?

Du Fu?

Wang Wei?

None of them existed!

They were all replaced by others!

This world's ancient master poets were people Zhang Ye had never ever heard of. For example, there was Haoran, or Chen Yiqian, or Meng Fan. Zhang Ye had also never heard of any of the poetry of this world. Similarly, he was sure that they had never heard of the classic poems from his world!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!


Pan POV

My brother is a Professor of History in one of the best universities in the city, the East university. I am currently studying Psychology at a university in my hometown. I call him Nee, the Japanese word for brother, that's what I often hear from the animes I watched. Nee wanted me to shift to B.A. History.
If I take and graduate History, I will be the fourth in the family as my Papa, Dad and Nee were History graduates and all of them have Professor posts in the universities. Despite this trend in the family, it isn't in the blood, I would say, I insisted on taking Psychology next year. I am taking Psychology courses as a freshman this semester. I'll be in my second year and students can declare their majors in their second year in the university.
Nee didn't want to force me and no one in my family did. Nee said "You have choices! Go with it."  
He often asked me about the idea of transferring, to continue my studies at the university where he currently teaches. However, that never crossed my mind because for me I am all satisfied. I could subjectively say that my university is the best in town. It is just 15 minutes away from home and I have my roots in there. I studied Kindergarten, Elementary, Junior and Senior high in that university, so I planned to continue my loyalty by studying my Bachelor's and post-graduate studies in my alma mater.
On the same hand, my friends are the craziest. The best jerks yet the serious during mid-term exams. There are many things I don't want to let go. Too many things that I couldn't count them with my hands and feet.

Nee empathized; so he stopped persuading me. He also graduated from elementary to high school in the same university. He sometimes implicitly inserts it whenever we talk on the phone or whenever we go for dinner or fishing.
"I'll only transfer once I'll live alone," I told him.
Interestingly, one of the reasons I don't want to transfer is because of my ultimate crush who despite his godly appeal, has no girlfriend. Intelligent and very excellent at writing. He is one of the writers in our school publication and he covers both school news and literary sections. In my thought, he is the best man in the world.
✓ Best in numbers because he is an Engineering student.
✓ Best in poems.
✓ Best dimples -when you gaze upon him, you'll disintegrate into pieces and melt with his attractive hotness.
Gee! I am sure he isn't gay, just studious. He isn't a typical Engineering stud who hasn't groomed for a month because he is busy proving theorems and solving brain-cracking math problems. He is always perfect every day. By the way, his name Claude Filimone 😘 but I call him Claude though he doesn't even know I exist in the university.
I don't know why but my charms aren't affecting Claude. I mean, I tried to look at him straight to his eyes one time, but nothing happened. I humbly say I am also blessed with looks. PP, who is my cousin, my friends, and even Mama substantiated that I am good-looking too. The comments and the likes on my Facebook profile picture could support in numbers. 
But why Claude isn't noticing me at all, why? 😕
Uninterestingly, the ones who like me were girls from different departments. They send me letters and flowers on Valentine's Day. They crept me 😱 on that day. I'm gay! so stop screaming for my name! All I want is for Claude to write a poem for me on that day.
I think I want to puke 🤮! 
Why on Earth girls like me...
Can't they sense I like guys? ...😌

From a line of History majors and Professors, Pan is set to take the other track and aspire to be a Psychologist. Despite living a mere perfect life, Pan is hiding something in the closet-- he is gay... it's undeniable... and he is afraid to let his family know.  
 
His world orbits in Beach Town, in the fictitious world of Naruto Shippuden, and interestingly, to an Engineering guy named Claude. All were almost perfect except that Claude, who never had a girlfriend, knew nothing about Pan's existence in the university.  
 
However, fate became playful and confounding, Pan learned two most upsetting facts about his ultimate crush--- Claude is dating someone and he is HOMOPHOBIC! 
 
When his ultimate crush crushes his heart before their love story could begin, (as if they will have), decisions can be hasty and dense as he eats his own swear words. Pan transferred to his brother's university.  

Things went rowdy when he made a counterargument against the Program's most promising candidate, Ryo Sebastian Nine. And it is a shame... to the latter! 
 
Unexpectedly, either by chance or by choice, an "admirer" has surfaced, sending poems... elating him with words. With only known anonymity in identity and romance, ... 
 
Can he overcome the fears of telling that he lies Somewhere in Between?  
 
Can feelings be denied?  
 
Can he discover the identity of his secret "admirer"?

The child grew up under the care of the sect master Shangun Bingying. She fed him, clothed him, bathe him and did everything a mother would do for a child. The child was sensible though, he never dirtied his clothes, never cried or demanded anything obediently listening to his surrogate mother. As time passed, Bingying was shocked to see the wisdom of the child. At the age of four, he could recite and write poems. At the age of six, he could write his own poems and stories. He was a literary genius with creativity and a memory that seldom forgot things. The age of ten was the time to start cultivation for other kids for them to have enough wisdom, perseverance and a body capable of withstanding pain that goes by to achieve greatness in the way o cultivation.

Li Tian started cultivating at the age of eight. He would have liked to start more early however, his master did not give him the permission to do so. The girls in the sect practiced Divine Ice Arts which was Yin based cultivation and required females to be virgin till they at least reached Martial Ancestor while higher stages of cultivation is much easier reached by virgins than non-virgins do. Li Tian however, practiced a martial arts that was practiced at a time when the sect was the number one in the Human Empire with both male and female disciples. The name of the cultivation technique was "Divine Phoenix Code". A yang based cultivation technique that has lost significance in the all-female sect.

When Li Tian started cultivating he felt a warmth passing though his skin to his body. The human body had 100 primary meridians. When a single meridian is opened you will begin your journey of cultivation becoming a Martial Apprentice. As you open more meridians you will step through the different levels of Martial Apprentice and reach Martial Student when you open 10 meridians. The accumulated opening of all 100 primary meridians is reaching Martial Teacher.

Li Tian continued to cultivate with the warm air circulating and trying to open the first primary meridian. However, in a sect with ice scenery present all around to cultivate a fire based technique was extremely difficult to do. He was forbidden to come close to the only lake which had warmth and vegetation. Helpless over this fact, he could only steel his resolve and continue to practice on the mountains looking over the scenery. A orange light would twinkle in the depths of his soul increasing the speed of his cultivation ever so slightly. Little did he know that it would help him converge the fire elements in the sky and help him cultivate.
Walking up early in the morning just as the sun rises and cultivating till night until he literally forces the warmth in his own body for cultivation was his daily practice in the first few day he learned of cultivation. His master would watch over him surprised over his perseverance and shocked with his speed of cultivation. He took three days to reach the first stage of Martial Apprentice and another 5 days to reach the second level, another 16 days to reach fourth level apprentice and finally reaching Martial Student in just 120 days.

One has to know that the cultivation starting age of the girls was at a better suited time with a very good environment for practicing their cultivation technique. However, even the greatest genius in the sect took 60 days to reach Martial Student in the history of the sect that included its most glorious period when it was number one in the whole empire and perhaps even the best when you include all the other races. Even her, considered to be the best genius in a hundred years took 100 days to reach Martial Student. 

While others might trivialize it saying that speed though much better than the average 180 days is not exceptionally good, she knows the importance of the environment in playing a role for the cultivation technique a cultivator cultivates. Imagine asking you to light a fire under water, while a volcano underwater might erupt and make the water evaporate or you may be able to see fire in such a case but asking you to light the fire is impossible., or asking you to be able to freely breathe at high altitudes and conduct a running race is difficult for the body to be able to achieve due to lack of oxygen.

Shangun Bingying believed that he will not be able to cultivate and the persistence in the few days will cool off. The child without cultivation will not have to embark on the cruel journey where dog bites another dog to achieve supremacy in the martial way. Even if leaving the sect was a forgone conclusion she might be able to delay it using his cultivation as an excuse and when he finally leaves he could become a great scholar of the land. But reality showed that the kid was extremely gifted in cultivation and might be the greatest human genius in history.

The catastrophe of the Earth lead to earthlings searching for another planet for large scale relocation. Their dangerous journey through space ended with the population drastically decreasing as they found a planet capable of supporting life.

The locals did not view them with friendliness and they came to realise that this planet may not be as beautiful as their original one. With survival on the line, the humans embark on the road to cultivation as they face the challenges experienced by a weak race in a dog eat dog planet. The final result being able to occupy a small part of the large Evergreen Planet.

Our Mc starts his journey in a sect filled with beauties, his suffering and desire to help his sect made him embark on the road to cultivation faster than his peers. Can he achieve something that is deemed impossible? Can he create his legend and achieve greatness on the path of cultivation to unite the whole world?
Join us as we explore with him a path to greatness while at the same time ravishing beauties of all races and statuses.
 
What is the mysterious orange power in his soul? Why does female feel aroused when he circulates energy in their bodies? Come find out the answer to these questions and many more on an adventure filled with danger, conspiracy and fun.

Do not worry though it is not hentai. The sex part is not the most predominant thing in this novel. Basically you will find out that there will be around 10 chapters more or less in 100 ones with sex part. I will try to flesh put my heriones and MC rather than going to bed with them regularly

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The catastrophe of the Earth lead to earthlings searching for another planet for large scale relocation. Their dangerous journey through space ended with the population drastically decreasing as they found a planet capable of supporting life.

The locals did not view them with friendliness and they came to realise that this planet may not be as beautiful as their original one. With survival on the line, the humans embark on the road to cultivation as they face the challenges experienced by a weak race in a dog eat dog planet. The final result being able to occupy a small part of the large Evergreen Planet.

Our Mc starts his journey in a sect filled with beauties, his suffering and desire to help his sect made him embark on the road to cultivation faster than his peers. Can he achieve something that is deemed impossible? Can he create his legend and achieve greatness on the path of cultivation to unite the whole world?
Join us as we explore with him a path to greatness while at the same time ravishing beauties of all races and statuses.

What is the mysterious orange power in his soul? Why does female feel aroused when he circulates energy in their bodies? Come find out the answer to these questions and many more on an adventure filled with danger, conspiracy and fun.

Do not worry though it is not hentai. The sex part is not the most predominant thing in this novel. Basically you will find out that there will be around 10 chapters more or less in 100 ones with sex part. I will try to flesh put my heriones and MC rather than going to bed with them regularly

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Support me here if you want to
https://www.patreon.com/legendaryking


Join my discord

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The bright light made Kiko dizzy. It was blinding, and though they were strongly threwn, he forced himself to stay awake and see what had happened. However, the invisible impact was too powerful that he succumbed and laid flat on the ground.

Kiko had always felt the need to do the best in eveything he did. He was not the best in everything, he knew that, so there was no point in doing something he could not be any good. He also knew who was the best in everything - his brother Jackson.

How did he know that? Simply because Jackson was admired in all aspects. He was the kind that could make all girls turn their heads. He was in first year high school, tall, good-looking, and smart in everything. He was pretty brilliant in science and super quick in math. He read a lot so he was remarkably knowledgeable in history, geography, and current events. He was also athletic. Despite being just a freshman in Subangdaku Rural High School, he was an indispensable player in the school's basketball, volleyball, and track and field varsities. Above everything else, he could sing really well. He was not the singing contest type, but he could melt any heart once he sang ballad and jazz.

And Kiko always felt a pang of envy and sadness everytime he was compared with his brother. When he was younger, people did not see any potential in him. He was an introvert boy who would rather sulk in his room and draw random shapes in his pads than basking under the sun and play with other kids.

"Why does Kiko keep locking himself up in his room? Is he that shy? What future awaits him if he is like that?"

"Look at his brother. He is very reliable!" 

"Is Kiko not like any normal kid?" 

"No wonder he is not good in school, he is not doing any good with his time."

"Why is he not like his brother?"

Kiko always heard those words, and though he kept telling himself not to be affected, he was still hurt each time people insulted him. It was as if people enjoyed stabbing him continuously. At a young age, he was deeply wounded. 

He did not hate Jackson. It was not his fault that he was the perfect son, but there was always a pressure for Kiko to do well. Not to mention that he bore his father's name - Francisco Banting, Jr. So when he got older, he strived to be perfect in the things he did best. He needed people's approval, especially his parents. He did not have to surpass his brother, he just need to be in equal footing with him. So when he was in third grade, he abandoned his shy self and became the annoying Kiko.

He became outspoken and cheeky. He played sports but he was not really into them so he crossed them out from his "excellence" list. He also did not perform satisfactorily in his academics (he was either in the second or third section) so they were also disregarded. However, Kiko had interest in writing poems, essays, and short stories. He kept notebooks of his literary outputs. So when he auditioned as a writer in the school's publication, he was instantly accepted. That gave him a lot of confidence, so much that he ran as president of his class and as officer in other clubs in school. And yes, he won them all.

He might have ruled the election results but Kiko felt that most of the kids were not sincere in voting him. They did not believe in him. They just voted him to see when he would fail and to prove they were right - that Kiko was good for nothing. 

Yet, Kiko countered their expectations, proving them all wrong. He turned out to be an effective student leader. He was hard-working and meticulous. His projects were accomplished on time and with pleasing results, like their classroom Christmas tree, donations for victims of fire, and tree planting activity in the school. By and by, he gained everybody's respect and they followed him. Still, the kids kept their distance from and Kiko remained alone with himself most of the time.

It was in fourth grade when he became friends with the trio. Jamie and Tonton submitted a couple of poems to the school publication and requested at least two must be published. Kiko, being critical and perfectionist, was blown away with their demand. He was not also impressed with their works and rejected them outright. The boys argued and they ended in a funny tussle.

"You know what, I think you are cool," Jamie said after they were sent to the guidance counselor's office.

"Did not expect that you have a good punch," Tonton complimented, his left eye beginning to darken already.

Kiko flashed a big smile despite the sore in his left cheek. He felt great having a fight with other boys. It was two against one. That very day, they became friends. Nonetheless, two poems from Jamie and Tonton appeared in the school paper. 

Kiko knew that the duo were popular in school and he felt honored to be part of their circle. He finally had friends and it was like being at home at last. Kiko could not be any happier and he would do anything to keep and protect their friendship.

Then one day, he found himself waking up to a distressed place. Subangdaku was ashen and devastated. On the ground were his three friends, lying in a pool of blood....

Kiko jolted to the vision. It was scary and the dizziness he felt earlier instantly evaporated. He felt like he was suspended between dreams and reality. It was unbelievable and shocking, he remained motionless.

Later, his eyes surveyed the surrounding. It was still night and the blinding spectacle up in the heavens had finally ended. It happened only minutes ago but it felt like years in the dreamworld. He needed to see his friends. He turned around and saw a broad silhouette approaching.

"Bogart," his whispered, happy to see his wobbly body moving around. And for certain, he believed that no harm could have happened to his friends.

Situated between a large river and verdant mountains, Subangdaku is a peaceful and laid-back community. For the Biker Brothers - Jamie, Tonton, Bogart and Kiko, life in the district was all fun and easy. Until something happens.....

Two "meteors" hit the once quiet district. In the succeeding days, scientists and media flocked in Subangdaku, disturbing its serenity and bringing changes to the community. How far can the people face the challenges?

Meanwhile, a girl with golden locks arrives in the primary school. She swept the hearts and eyes of everyone, including the Biker Brothers. Yet, the four friends felt something is really off about her. Who is she? What are her secrets?

As Subangdaku embraces the consequences of the "meteor" impact, the Biker Brothers must race to confront the changes within them. As evil lurks and intends to destroy the townspeople, the boys must speed to stop it with the help of their friends and loved ones. Will they triumph? Or will the evil simply destroy them?

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"If Ziqian [1]had not left for Qingzhou, this would've been his duty," said Zhang Zhen.
"He's the best poet among us."
Chen Tai's long beard swayed as a cold wind blew into the room. "Brother Jinyan[2] is more fit for the courts than myself."
"Are you accusing me of passing the buck?" Zhang Zhen quickly followed up with a challenge. "Well, I can't wait to hear your poem. I'll be sure to have my ears wide open."
As an argument was about to break out, a student of Zhang Zhen's entered the room. He greeted them with a bow before saying, "Xu Cijiu is here."
'Xu Cijiu? Why is he here? Has he finished copying the sage's quote?' Zhang Zhen nodded. "Bring him in."
The student nodded and left. Zhang Zhen stared across the chessboard at Chen Tai and smiled. "Speaking of which, I recently took in a new student, Xu Cijiu's cousin. He's an incredibly talented poet."
Li Mubai immediately spoke up, "He's also my student."
Chen Tai looked between the two elders—realization dawned on him. "The man who wrote the line, 'Fear not a journey of loneliness, for you are not a stranger to the realm'?"
Li Mubai and Zhang Zhen grinned.
Chen Tai let out a howling laugh as he wagged his finger at the two elders.
"What are you laughing at?"
Chen Tai held back his laughter and mocked, "I'm laughing at the fact that you're both blinded by fame and jealousy. Yang Ziqian's name will live on in the poem but you two should stop daydreaming. Beautiful poems are few and far between. Not every poem will end up in the history books.
"That epic poem probably took up all his talent. And now you expect him to come up with two more masterpieces so your names will be remembered? Has the noble spirit in you been swallowed up by greed?"
Li Mubai and Zhang Zhen were silent.
They knew Chen Tai was right about the scarcity of good poems. The man was not even a scholar, and the creation of the farewell poem could have just been a coincidence.
To pin their hopes of being written into the history books on some low-level constable was a tad ridiculous.
"Youping is right. As a scholar, we should be humble. For our names to be written into history, we should walk the proper path instead of seeking shortcuts. We have strayed from the teachings." The two elders folded their hands and bowed before Chen Tai.
"To have a mistake rectified is the greatest deed," Chen Tai intoned as he nodded.
Moments later, Zhang Zhen's student came back with Xu Qian and Xu Xinnian in tow.
The two brothers greeted the room. "We're here to see the teachers."
Li Mubai and Zhang Zhen exchanged a glance—the arrival of Xu Qian was unexpected but welcomed.
"Sit," Zhang Zhen said.
"Ningyan, you came. Is it because inspiration has struck you again?" Li Mubai probed.
Xu Qian shook his head and said, "I'm here to ask for a favor."
"Go on."
Xu Qian told the two elders about the request but hid the fact that it was part of a revenge plot against the Assistant Minister of Revenue. He did however mention Assistant Minister Zhou could be the mastermind of the missing tax silvers and once the inspections were over, it was highly likely that he would punish the Xu family.
"This…" Li Mubai looked over to Zhang Zhen who was equally as concerned. "The academy doesn't allow outsiders to stay over, it's the rule."
Rules were important to scholars.
Before Xu Qian could argue, Xu Xinnian spoke up, "The crown princess often stays over in the academy too."
Zhang Zhen shook his head. "She's the crown princess."
Xu Xinnian nodded. "So the academy's rule applies to everyone but the Emperor's kin."
'This young man hasn't learned anything about tactfulness.'
The three elders in the room laughed.
Xu Qian withheld his giggle—his brother's tongue was as sharp as ever.
Li Mubai shook his head and said, "Brother Jinyan, I can't wait for your student to enter the fateweaver rank."
'That's a horrifying thought.' Zhang Zhen's lips twitched.
Chen Tai was the only person beaming. He looked at Xu Qian and said, "You are Xu Ningyan?"
"Yes." The man who was undercover as a scholar folded his hands in greeting.
"I hear you're a great poet. How about this? If you can come up with a poem that impresses all three elders in this room, I'll allow the women to seek refuge in the academy and personally safeguard them."
Staying in the academy was one thing but more importantly, the elder was promising their safety.
That was the real reason why the Xu brothers came to the White Deer Academy.
A glimmer of hope appeared on Xu Xinnian's face. He turned to Xu Qian and uttered, "Brother…"
He was elated but also nervous. Writing poetry was not difficult—every scholar could string words into a rhyme or stanza. The difficult part was impressing the elders.
Was it really that difficult?
Yes. Yes, it was.
'Poetry? You're asking me to give you poems for free?' Xu Qian did not immediately agree. Instead, he asked, "Any themes? Or do I get to choose?"
The three elders eyed each other. Zhang Zhen said, "The theme is learning."
'Of course they have something in mind. Else, I could just randomly pick one from my memory,' Xu Qian sighed in his heart.
Despite that, he was relieved as the theme was still within his scope of knowledge.
He was reminded of the text he studied in high school titled, On Learning. However, being an essay, it did not fulfill the criteria.
'Through books, you will find grand houses and graceful ladies!'
The proverb came from a famous poem that survived the centuries.
It was known to be one of the essential readings when it came to the theme, learning.
Just as he was going to present the poem, he suddenly remembered the precarious position the White Deer Academy was in since 200 years ago.
'If I remembered correctly, this poem was written by the emperor during the Song Dynasty. It mainly spoke about the merits and successes that came with studying but the White Deer Academy students have been ostracized by the courts.
'When Cijiu passed his exams, he was worrying about which remote town he would be sent to.
'This poem would be a slap to the face for the academy students…'
The prolonged silence from Xu Qian worried Xu Xinnian. Zhang Zhen and Li Mubai stared expectantly at Xu Qian while Chen Tai sipped his tea, an amused smile on his face.
Then, Xu Qian stirred from his thoughts. He folded his hands and said, "Forgive my dullness. Cijiu, please ready the ink."
Xu Xinnian placed the brush, ink, and paper on the table. He prepared a fresh batch of ink and dipped the brush, staining the bristles black. Pulling his sleeve up, he angled the brush, gesturing for Xu Qian to accept it.
'I better not humiliate myself with my horrible calligraphy skills.' The turmoil in his heart was not shown on his face. Xu Qian struck a pose, looking like a scholar rousing the mountains with his words.
"Cijiu, be my brush."
Xu Xinnian nodded obediently and sat down before the table.
"The candlelight burns from midnight to morn.
"That's when scholars should study the most.
"When young, we neglect studies for fun.
"When old, we regret not learning enough."
Xu Xinnian finished writing and put down the brush. He stared at the neatly-written seven-character quatrain and felt a pang of emotions in his heart.
Silence filled the room. Xu Xinnian could feel the lingering sadness of the poem. The three Confucian elders walked over to the table and stared at the end-product.
They studied the words in silence.
The long-bearded elder in black robes found his eyes prickling with tears.
[1] Courtesy name of Yang Gong.
[2] Courtesy name of Zhang Zhen.


Once a police academy graduate—Xu Qian, woke up and found himself in jail. He was to be banished to the borderlands in three days...
Stuck in this inhumane society, his initial goal was just to be a rich man and pass his days in relative safety.
…
Many years later, Xu Qian recalled the events of the past. His enemies and friends were dead, there was nothing of them left but bones.
The rolling Yangtze River flows east as the waves wash away the heroes. 
Success or failure, wrong or right; matters little, it might?
The lush mountains remain while the sun sets every night.


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