Those stories from different eras of ancient China will lead you to the beauty of Chinese

Title : Rivandy Lex : Classical Academy
Title Alternative : リバンディレックス： 古典的な学院

Rating : 13+

Genre : Classical Fantasy, Drama, Action.

Genre Secondary : Comedy, Romance, Psychological,  School,  Slice of Life. Mystery. 

Style Writing : Japanese Light Novel.

Sinopsis

Di sebuah gang, terdapat seorang remaja yang diguyur hujan. Seorang pria yang memungutnya mengajaknya untuk tinggal bersamanya. 

Karena keberadaan pria itu, remaja itu mendapatkan kehidupan yang baru setelah melalui mimpi buruk di kehidupan lamanya. 

Semenjaik kepergian pria itu, remaja itu memutuskan untuk menjalani kehidupan baru dengan menempuh pendidikan Akademi Spyxtria.

Remaja itu, Rivandy Lex, menjalani kehidupan baru di akademi klasik tersebut.

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Title : Rivandy Lex : Classical Academy

Update setiap Hari Minggu Jam 8 Pagi.

Rating : 13+

Genre : Classical Fantasy, Drama, Action.

Genre Secondary : Comedy, Romance, Psychological, School, Slice of Life. Mystery. 

Style Writing : Japanese Light Novel.

Sinopsis

Di sebuah gang, terdapat seorang remaja yang diguyur hujan. Seorang pria yang memungutnya mengajaknya untuk tinggal bersamanya. 

Karena keberadaan pria itu, remaja itu mendapatkan kehidupan yang baru setelah melalui mimpi buruk di kehidupan lamanya. 

Semenjaik kepergian pria itu, remaja itu memutuskan untuk menjalani kehidupan baru dengan menempuh pendidikan Akademi Spyxtria.

Remaja itu, Rivandy Lex, menjalani kehidupan baru di akademi klasik tersebut.

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A vision of music.

Short stories I imagine while listening to classical music.

On faraway lands where the Chinese culture meets a Korean nuance, a strange Curse befalls Helial. It may ruin his life entirely, or it may not. 
From a Korean video-game scenario which follows the Immortality genre design of Chinese fantasy novels, in a world outlined by Classical elements as well, nothing compares the call of freedom.
While contrastingly different worlds get in touch volume after volume, this brand-new genre explores new horizons that traditional fantasy literature has never reached before.

She was a person who had experienced the coldness and warmth of the human world. She would also sincerely repay those who treated her well. She had no reason to accept everything about this body, but she would try her best to accept it. However, the so-called mother, who received the memories, did not have a good relationship with her. Since she was young, if it was not for Qian An.. Perhaps her personality would have been completely distorted.
She didn't do anything wrong when she came and was beaten up by her for no reason. Shui Shui Shui also understood that there were many things that couldn't be forced. Although she didn't understand why this mother treated her daughter this way, she had replaced her original body.. Naturally, she wouldn't be like her original body. She would only stand there and take the beating. She would only silently accept it.
She accepted the memories, but she was actually not her original body, so she wasn't bound by any restrictions. Of course, in modern society, there were many times when she couldn't control herself. Therefore, when she knew that this woman wasn't her biological mother, she was very happy. At least, she could get rid of the restrictions of morality and didn't need to be bound by superficial morality.
It was time for class. Shui Shui was still thinking about it, but her gaze was already on the textbook.
The language teacher's class was extremely boring. Many people started to wander off, and Shui Shui was no exception. This was because she was really not interested in the arts. She took the ancient poems that she had to memorize and began to memorize those ancient poems. She memorized two of them every day.
The language teacher was not in a good mood today. Seeing that so many people were not listening to the class, she was a little angry "everyone, pay attention. The Arts class this time is not very ideal. Why don't you all reflect on yourselves? With this class attitude, how can you improve your language skills? "
"Qian Shuishui, do you think it's right for you to not attend class? " Even though you're the top student in your grade, you still have to look at other subjects. You can't be too biased towards subjects. If your language scores go up, it will also increase your marks."The language teacher also hoped that Shui Shui Shui could attend the class She would take the lead.
She called Shui Shui directly to remind everyone.
Shui Shui was also speechless. She was the quietest. As for the others, they were reading extra-curricular books, playing with their phones, and others were doing other things. Why did they have to call her? was there a need for that Moreover, the information she was looking at was the ancient poems and classical Chinese from the college entrance examination.
"although I have other things to do, the things I'm looking at are related to Chinese. This can also improve my Chinese score. " Shui Shui thought so, but her words were more tactful, and she tried to use a gentle tone She wanted to express her attitude towards learning.
It was impossible for her to be completely focused during every class. Moreover, she really felt very awkward and bored in the Liberal Arts. It was normal for her to be biased. In her previous life, her bias was even more serious, but in this life, it was much better.
The teacher walked down from the podium and picked up Shui Shui's information to read. "En, it is indeed related to ancient poetry and classical Chinese. If you read it, do you think you can learn more? Why don't you use the time after class to memorize it? Wouldn't that be better? "
Shui Shui didn't say anything. She couldn't say it because if she continued, it would make the language teacher feel embarrassed, so she could only remain silent.
Some people in the class were gloating, while others felt that Qian Shuishui was very innocent. who asked Qian Shuishui to be number one in the grade Therefore, she became the focus of the teachers'training. No one was perfect. Qian Shuishui was also good at science. Her liberal arts was average. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't outstanding either. In this exam, Shui Shui scored 130 points in Chinese and more than half of her score was deducted from her composition. This kind of score couldn't be considered bad. Her score for history and politics was around 70. As for geography, it just so happened to be 70 points. The highest score for Liberal Arts was around 90 points Therefore, her score wasn't good enough. It just so happened that science was difficult. The average score for science wasn't ideal. However, Shui Shui got full marks directly, which made up for the gap in the liberal arts.
After the teacher finished talking about Shui Shui, she did not continue because Shui Shui did not speak. She thought Shui Shui had listened to her. She continued to attend her own class. Some people who went too far would be called out directly.
Shui Shui continued to memorize ancient poems and classical Chinese. It was really boring. It was hard for her to say that she was serious about learning Chinese. For some reason, she was not interested in liberal arts and did not want to spend too much time on it. She had thought about taking it seriously before, but it was useless. If she did not like it, she did not like it. She could not force it.
She did not deliberately say that she wanted to get first place. If she could get it, she would get it. If she could not get it, it was fine. In any case, in science, she would fight for it if she could.
People were ambitious. She did not like to hide her weaknesses, so she went straight to her goal.
After the Chinese class ended, many people began to complain. "Is the teacher having menopause and having such a bad temper? "
"She even mentioned Qian Shuishui. I think Qian Shuishui's Chinese scores aren't bad either. 130 points. The highest score in our class is only 132. " She felt that the teacher's scolding of Shui Shui was also baffling.
"Shui Shui, what do you think? " They asked Shui Shui.
Shui Shui was embarrassed. "I don't think it matters. After all, the teacher didn't deliberately target me. She's under a lot of pressure. You guys don't have to care too much. The Chinese teacher has always been more serious. "
She didn't care. If she was scolded, so be it. Anyway, it wouldn't affect her. Besides, the teacher couldn't possibly say that it was intentional. She really wanted her to listen to the class seriously and let her lead the class, but she really couldn't do anything about it.
From Shui Shui's tone, it seemed to be very pretentious, but in fact, it was very real. Everyone believed it because Shui Shui had always been like this. She would do whatever she was supposed to do. The teacher also favored Shui Shui more, but she was still like this. She hadn't changed, and only then did she realize.. She spoke more directly and felt that her words were very mature. She wouldn't completely side with anyone.
In a while, the physics class was about to begin. The teacher came and began to organize the students "The school believes that all of you should also participate in remedial classes. However, it also depends on your wishes. The students of the key classes must also participate in remedial classes. If you don't want the gap to be too big, I suggest that all of you also participate in remedial classes. "
There was a wave of plaintive voices because everyone did not want to participate in remedial classes.
Shui Shui was called out by the physics teacher, "Qian Shuishui, do you think that you should participate in remedial classes? "
Asking her again It was awkward. The other students were also speechless. The teachers loved to find Qian Shuishui to talk about it.
Shui Shui stood up. That would be troublesome now. "Uh, teacher, it's not very good to ask me this question. "
"You got first place, but the pressure you brought to the key classes, they will definitely work harder. At that time, what should you do? " The physics teacher continued to ask Shui Shui.
"Of course, when they are working hard, I am also working hard. I can't guarantee that I won't be inferior to others, but I don't want to waste time on making up lessons since it's more efficient for me to learn on my own. Of course, I can only speak for myself."Shui Shui had a good relationship with the physics teacher So, she directly revealed her thoughts. How should I put it? She had discussed it in private before, and she also indicated that the time she spent on physics was longer than any other subject.
She hoped that the teacher would stop calling her names and asking for her opinion.


She was a combination of a high iq scholar and a black-bellied prince charming. She was a one-on-one, two-on-one, two-on-one, absolutely refreshing, and she was welcome to jump into the pit.
She was a young and famous physicist from a future world.
He was the eldest son of a modern wealthy family.
When she was in a plane crash and became a modern-day second-generation girl, she was proficient in drinking. She was also ranked last in her studies. At home, her elder sister did not love her, her younger brother hated her, and her parents did not care.
In the circle of Friends of the rich second generation, they also looked down on this idiot.
He was noble and elegant, the idol of all women.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad student, and her mind was empty every day.
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, playing with boys'emotions
It was said that Qian Shuishui was a bad girl, and she was good at eating, drinking, and playing.
Then please tell me, who is this woman in front of me, leisurely drinking coffee, and reading the physics report in a foreign language with great interest?

"'Literary works flow overseas, if one wants to compose poetry and drink wine, they will stopover at the west gate again?' Seems like this Lu Yuan truly has some real ability."
"Hehe, grandpa's judgment wouldn't be wrong. If I say he is talented, it means that he is!"
"Grandpa, matching a couplet cannot mean anything. It can only prove that he isn't an ignorant and incompetent person. There are so many people here, are they not all people of talent?"
"Hehe, I know your judgment is very high. Have you heard of [Für Elise] before? That was created by him."
"I've been immersed in ancient poetry these few days, I've not heard of that yet."
"If you are free, you should listen to it. The melody of Für Elise has already been entered into the teaching books. After you listen to it, you will know why grandpa regards this young man so highly."
"If he is really a person of talent, he would surely display his brilliance here in the Poetry Exchange! If he can get within the top three rankings, I will consider him."
"Your requirements are too high. It's very rare for there to be men who are proficient in all fields in the world. Unless he is a genius of course. I feel that he is already sufficiently outstanding, and he is also very humble. He doesn't have the air of arrogance most literati have."
"No! My requirements will not change. Even if I cannot meet someone like that in my entire life, I won't change. It isn't so bad to live alone until I'm old."
"Sigh, you really...what can I say to you…"
On the second level, Grandpa Chen looked to be in vigorous health. He looked at his granddaughter while shaking his head and sighing in his heart.
This granddaughter was good in many aspects. Her talent and ability were high too.
But her brain must have been damaged.
What kind of man would have the talent so high that it reached the requirements she was looking for?
Wasn't this pure nonsense?
.........
This time, the Poetry Exchange was split into two factions.
The classical poetry society and modern poetry society.
Ever since ancient times, they had always scorn each other.
The modern poetry supporters felt that classical poetry supporters were too inflexible and kept adhering to old ideas. They only knew how to follow the old ways and were lacking in new ideas.
The classical poetry supporters felt that modern poetry supporters had forgotten their foundations. The poems they wrote contained no depth, and in recent times, no one in the modern poetry society was overflowing with talent. Hence, the content of their poems was simply sentimental nonsense.
These two factions would always clash with each other in the Poetry Exchange every year, comparing their poems. Everyone hoped that the faction they supported could suppress the other. However, they both had an equal share of limelight every year and the difference was truly minimal. Basically, they were in a tie...
After all, regardless of classical poetry or modern poetry, they had never been compared to see which was better in history. They were all poems. Only the talent of poets was being compared.
Maybe it was because those who could enter the Poetry Exchange were all students ranking at the top of various universities. Their accomplishments in literature were naturally outstanding. Hence, when the judges gave out the points, the score would always hover around the 9-point mark. It was very rare for there to be a lower or higher score given. The winner of each year also won barely by 0.xx+ points. It was impossible for there to be a situation of absolute crushing dominance.
Hence, in such a situation, even the number of talents in each faction was something the two factions wanted to compete about.
Lu Yuan managed to match an extremely difficult couplet. In the eyes of people of this faction, he was a rare talent!
If Lu Yuan hadn't been dragged to the west gate by Li Dongqiang, he most probably would have been sitting at the classical poetry side, eating fruits and idling away his time. If that happened, he would occasionally glance at the people and clap a little for the atmosphere, waiting for the exchange to be peacefully finished. But now...
The situation wasn't too good.
"Lu Yuan, you say for yourself. Now, you have two entry passes, so you can choose to sit at two seats. Which one do you want?"
"That's right, what would you choose? The classical poetry side or our modern poetry side!?"
"..."
The light here was very bright, and it shone down on Lu Yuan's bitter and somewhat forced smile.
Not far away, on an empty space at the footpath, a few cameramen hurriedly turned their cameras and filmed Lu Yuan. The reporters at the side had looks of interest on their faces as they wrote down notes…
At this moment, regardless of who they were, all the members of the Poetry Exchange were staring at Lu Yuan, waiting for his choice. The atmosphere became slightly awkward once again.
"Can I choose to stand and watch? I feel that standing up is quite good." Lu Yuan took in a deep breath upon seeing the gazes of the people and the flash of the cameras.
He felt that there would be a problem no matter where he chose.
"No way!"
"No way! You have to choose!"
Shen Rong and Dao Yuting spoke out at the same time.
"Ah, no good. My stomach is aching. It's so painful that I cannot stand it. Where's the toilet? I need to make a trip there…" Lu Yuan instantly thought of an idea as he looked at the people here. Under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd, he clutched his stomach and ran toward the direction of the toilet.
Out of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best one!
"We will wait for him to come back and choose."
"Sure!"
The attitudes of Dao Yuting and Shen Rong were so intense that there was a smell of gunpowder in the air. After that, they returned to their seats.
......…...
Lu Yuan ran to the toilet, and he subconsciously searched in his pocket.
His disappointment continued to ferment.
He wanted to hide in the toilet and would only come out when the Poetry Exchange was about to be concluded. It could be considered that he had 'finished enduring' today.
However, he didn't know which bro was it that had diarrhea. In the toilet, sounds of firecrackers popping kept ringing out. The sound was one thing, but the smell was so pungent that those who smelled it would instantly feel like vomiting.
How could Lu Yuan, who was not smoking, endure such a thing? He finally cursed 'MMP' in his heart and speechlessly ran out of the toilet.
Under the light, he stared at the two entry passes in his hand…
(Forget it, I'll go to the Old Master's seat.)
He ultimately had to choose one after all.
Lu Yuan hesitated for a while. Ultimately, he walked in the direction of the seat the Old Master had arranged for him, under the sound of sighing from Shen Rong and the excited gaze of Dao Yuting.
When the talents of the classical poetry faction saw this scene, their expressions were filled with a few hints of satisfaction. As for those from the modern poetry faction, all of them were glaring at Lu Yuan with envy, speechlessness, and rage...
There were all sorts of expressions.
If looks could kill, Lu Yuan would probably already be dead.
"Brother, not bad! You have good judgment! My name is Xu Xiaonian, it's an honor to meet you!"
"Eh, my name is Lu Yuan, it's an honor to meet you…"
Lu Yuan just sat down and there was already a youth wearing a traditional Han Chinese robe coming over to converse with Lu Yuan. This youth clasped his fists together and had a very polite look on his face.
Lu Yuan also mirrored his mannerisms. It was just that the more he did so, the stranger he felt.
He wasn't used to this.
"It's really good that brother decided to join our classical poetry faction. Your presence really brings light to our humble location!"
"Ah? Actually, I don't really know much about poetry. I'm just a dabbler and I came here because I wanted to learn…"
"Brother, you are too humble. Being able to match the lower part of that couplet already shows your skill. If you are a dabbler, wouldn't I be a layman? Brother, there's no need to be so unduly humble. If you are overly humble, that would be considered flaunting…"
"My luck was just good...I really don't have much talent and ability." Lu Yuan blushed with shame when he saw the impressed look on the youth's face when speaking with Lu Yuan.
He also felt extremely awkward.
"You are just too modest. Oh, by the way, I received news that the test topic today will be about 'farmer'. We have to use the topic to craft a poem. Do you have any insight on this?"
"Farmer?" Lu Yuan shook his head. "No. Actually, I don't really know how to write poems. I will just watch as you write it,"
"Everyone has to write one...this is the rule of the competition."
"Ah? The rule?"
"Yes."
"Is there a reward?"
"For the first-place in every category, the winner would have an honor certificate…"
"I'm not asking about the certificates. I mean, are there any monetary rewards?"
"Yeah, the monetary rewards should be $50,000 for every category."
"$50,000!"
Lu Yuan, who had planned to slack like a salted fish, suddenly changed his attitude. His eyes brightened when he heard this.
(Farmer? Wait a minute…)
(I… Want to thank my primary school's language teacher!)
Lu Yuan took in a deep breath and felt a little high.
"Yea, what about it?"
"Nothing…"
As the two were discussing below the stage, the music of the opening ceremony rang out from the stage. After that, a few old men sat on the judging table. The one at the corner was none other than Old Master Chen.
"Respected gifted scholars, a very good night to everyone. Today, our Poetry Exchange is honored enough to have invited…"
After the host's introduction, the lighting on the stage dimmed. After that, the audience who were initially making noise suddenly fell silent.
A giant screen at the back of the stage showed the topic of this category...
The test topic was 'Farmer'!
"Farmer, hehe. It's truly the case. Luckily, I did some preparations. Brother...brother? Mn?" When Xu Xiaonan glanced over, he saw Lu Yuan already lifting his brush in excitement and wrote words on the xuan paper...
When Xu Xiaonan took a closer look, he discovered that Lu Yuan's words were as messy as the dance of dragons and phoenixes.
Mn…
He completely had no idea what Lu Yuan was writing.
This calligraphy was truly…
Too unique?
Note:
MMP is the acronym of a chinese cursing phrase: "Your mom is a prostitute." The alternatives are mmp [pinyin acronym] and X賣批 [mā mài pī].


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

Needless to say, because of that group's participation, the entire poem platform turned into their dominion; writing poems and stroking each other's ego.
On Weibo, the flame war started long ago.
[WTF is this? Good poem? Good my *ss!]
[Very wet[1], definitely wet. It's so wet that I can't bear to look at it.]
[Even professional circle jerks should have a limit. This is jerking it to the milky way!]
[They dared to criticize Y's poem before this. Now that you compare them, Y is like a scholar!]
[Previous poster, you're wrong to say that. Y is a scholar to start with!]
[I can't take it anymore. Someone please get Y out of hiding and compose a few poems so I can wash my eyes. Our Chinese literature is being sullied by these idiots.]
…
Voices of complaints went on. It was no wonder they would bring it to Ye Lingchen's Weibo account.
However, the more dissents there were on the internet, the more it fueled that group's excitement. They had never been so famous. Now that they had the attention of so many people, it was impossible to not feel excited.
They were spreading Chinese culture. They were bringing Chinese poems into the sights of the public!
They instantly felt sacred, as though their shoulders were loaded with heavy responsibilities.
Right then, the WA's Vice-Chairman Huang Lihua, who dissed Celestial Bane online, put forward his opinion once again.
Reading through the criticisms on the internet, his heart already felt annoyed. When he saw so many people bringing up Y's name and claiming that his group's poem was nothing compared to Y, his patience ran out.
What did his association stand for? Bathed in decades of traditional literature, they were the heirs of Chinese literature. How could they be surpassed by a web novel writer?
He could not help but make a post on Weibo:
[Lately, Weibo is becoming lively with people writing poems. Everyone's voices are loud. This represents the rise of Chinese traditional literature, and the phenomenon is inseparable from the hard works of traditional literary scholars. It is a form of recognition for us; one that I'm comforted by! However, I still hear the other voices. On this, I must speak up and say my piece.]
[First, I admit that within our WA, some poems fall short of the standards. However, everyone had to start off as a beginner. For them to present their works to everyone, that takes courage! Secondly, there are plenty of good compositions within our works. For example, Moon, So Bright! by XX WA President; Wind, So Comforting! by XX WA Vice President; Snow, So White! by XX WA[2] Chairman. These compositions are considered classics! Compared to Y's poems, they are much better!] 
He quickly wrote an entire paragraph. With a smug smile on his face, he uploaded it to Weibo.
As expected, once it was uploaded, the views skyrocketed.
[F*ck! So shameless! What does the rise of traditional literature have to do with them?]
[Please check the facts. It's because of Y's poem that triggered this event alright?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. This bugger is feeding us bullsh*t. Please get Y to save me…]
…
Meanwhile, a few other major WA members started to reply to the post.
[Thank you, Chairman Huang. Your poem, Flower, So Beautiful! is the true classic.]
[Chairman Huang's words resonate deeply with me. That's the truth!]
[Chairman Huang's summary is very accurate. However, I need to add on a little bit.] Right then, another vice-chairman of the WA came forward and interjected, [Many people are still tagging Y, asking for him to compose a poem. Seeing that, I feel that it's laughable. These people don't understand poems at all!]
[When it comes to writing poems, apart from talent, one would also require inspiration. As the saying goes, the abundance of the heart leads to the spring of ideas. Our poems were all born through trials, tribulations, along with the right environment for its conception. These people tagged Y to call him out, but did he show himself? Not at all! Are they expecting him to create a poem on the fly? Based on his talents, I'm sorry, that's impossible!]
[Chairman Shi is right, it makes sense!]
[Hahaha, that's right. You see lately Y hasn't been showing himself. You want him to compose a poem? Wait on!]
[Straight to the point, as expected of the chairman. Since when was writing a poem easy? If he can compose one, I'll eat three pounds of poop!]
Members of the WA continued to sing their praises.
[I can't take it anymore, I need to escape. These people are too much.]
[At least I feel that Y's poems are a hundred times better than theirs. Shameless bunch!]
[Even a scumbag is not as scummy as them. They're the best... at losing themselves in their boast.]
However, quite a number of people were shaken. After all, the WA was the authority in such issues, making it easier for them to be convincing.
[Guys, let's not argue. The WA has their point too. How can he just compose a poem on the fly?]
[I think these chairmans' poems are quite good. They read well.]
[Most of Y's die-hard fans can't recognize reality and live in their own dream world.]
[Hehe, a lot of people refuse to believe it. Why don't you get Y to show himself? I don't need him to compose a poem on the fly. If he can compose a poem that everyone likes within three days, I'll submit to him!] Chairman Shi grew more prideful as he typed. [I'll bet that he won't dare to show himself!]
At first, Ye Lingchen was only there to watch the drama and did not consider taking part. However, the flames of war had mysteriously latched onto him.
Ye Lingchen's heart was unaffected by the provocations, but rather, it brought him a slight twinge of excitement.
These people were delivering popularity right to his doorsteps!
It was originally a trivial matter, but they managed to blow it to the point of being the top search result. That was a major assistance for him.
'F*ck! What wonderful people!'
'I don't dare to show myself? Why won't I, the prodigy, show myself?'
'Since you're forcing me to compose a poem, then I'll have to take you up on it.'
Without hesitation, Ye Lingchen announced on Weibo. [Is composing a poem on the fly that difficult?]
In just a simple sentence, but it sent Weibo into a frenzy in an instant.
[F*ck! Novel Y replied immediately?]
[OMG, OMG! It's going to be another bloodbath!]
[You see that tone. Y is going to compose a poem on the spot?]
[Y, you're too impulsive. The opposing party is obviously trying to agitate you and have you embarrass yourself.]
[Y, let's ignore them. Why should you compose a poem on the fly for them? We need time too!]
At the same time, Capital University's Professor Wan Yun was also following this incident. After seeing Novel Y making a statement, he unwittingly frowned his brows. That was just too impulsive! Composing a poem on the spot was no different from the seven-step verse[3]. Even the legends of ancient times were awed by such a feat. How was it possible for those in the modern age?
Ye Lingchen ignored the excited crowd, but instead closed his eyes and went into deep thoughts for a moment before typing on his computer.
[The first poem, on wind.]
[Lyrics to the Melody of Green Jadeite Bowl-New Year's Night
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees,
As if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
Precious horses and lavish carriages go by leaving a scented trail.
Phoenix flutes music perform as the timekeeper witnesses the turning of hours,
Throughout the night lanterns in the shape of fish and dragons dance and gyrate.
Golden are the willowy tassels of her butterfly hairpin,
Among giggles and chatters, her scent is fading away.
In the crowd, I look for her presence everywhere time and again,
Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there,
Where lights are dim and faint[4].]
...
[1] 好湿 (Hao Shi / very wet) and 好诗 (Hao Shi / good poem) sound the same.
[2] XX WA- In raw, the author did not put XX City or XX District, so we just went with XX. WA over here is the acronym for Writer's Association.
[3] The Seven-step verse tells the story of a genius scholar in classical literature who was issued an ultimatum: Compose a poem within 7 steps or be executed. The scholar managed to recite a poem consisting of four verses with five chinese characters in each line.
[4] The translation of this poem is sourced from https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/s202/


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

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