 Huh? It’s him!
 Prof. Martin looked in the direction of the voice. The boy was quite different from the one in the photos. Students in Columbia University like to boost themselves up. It's not a good idea to dress like an ordinary person here. 
 If Qin Guan could read Martin's mind, he would have protested loudly. He was there to study, not cause drama. All the students there seemed busy and calm. He didn't want to attract attention either.
 Prof. Martin got a grip on himself and began his opening lecture. "If you are strolling on the shady path along the Hudson River, you will notice two American presidents accompanying you, as well as 97 Nobel winners."
 "It’s a wonderful feeling, isn’t it? As your tutor though, it’s my job to bring you back to reality!"
 "Wake up, boys and girls! If that was true, you would definitely be seeing ghosts! I’d admire anyone who would dare stand by the river calmly."
 "Stop that rubbish right now! You are in the school of finance. Do you want to dream in your spare time? No problem. But there will only be two possible scenarios. One, you give up and fail the exams. The second scenario applies only to the geniuses among you. The homework I will give you will be a piece of cake for them."
 "The first scenario can come true at any time, but the second one will only be a dream in my class. Today, I’ll show you the advantages of studying finance at Columbia."
 As flowers bloomed and cicadas sang by the window, Prof. Martin began his lecture. As a straight-A student, Qin Guan was fascinated by the class.
 He only came back to his senses when the bell rang. He was about to rush out with his books, when he suddenly realized no one had left their seats.
 "Okay, that’s it for today. Your homework includes the core views of the three finance systems of Columbia..."
 What? Homework? Are you kidding? 
 Qin Guan, who had had no homework for many years, was shocked. He had written several theses, but he’d had no homework in college.
 All the freshmen were taking notes earnestly.
 "Send them to my email by tomorrow. Dismissed!"
 Looking at the thick books in his hands, Qin Guan nearly spit out blood. This is so much work! I have to do it by tomorrow?
 This reminded Qin Guan of the lovely days during 12th grade, before he had taken the College Entrance Examination.
 Xu Xiaoxiao, the only other Asian student in class, kindly explained to Qin Guan, "Freshmen always struggle in the beginning. There is a proverb that says that ‘studying is a drug’. You can’t live without drugs. The homework today was fine. I have gone through more miserable phases in my life."
 Kuhn raised his eyebrows. Xu Xiaoxiao, the boy who is as dumb as an oyster, speaks on his own initiative? Without me, he would have cried eight times a day on campus.
 Qin Guan smiled at the honest boy. "Got it! Thanks! I’m Qin Guan. I’m from China."
 He stretched his fair, slender hand towards Xu, who looked stunned as he took it. "Xu Xiaoxiao, I’m Chinese American. I live in Manhattan."
 "Are you ready, Xu Xiaoxiao? I’m going to Roche Square. Are you coming with me?" Kuhn was impatient to leave.
 "Oh, I’m coming!" Xu Xiaoxiao looked at Qin Guan in disappointment and hastened to catch up with Kuhn.
 Qin Guan glanced at his watch. He had elective classes in the afternoon. Time was pressing. He had to have a quick lunch in the meantime.
The classroom was empty. After classes had started, the relaxed atmosphere had disappeared from campus. There were hurried students everywhere. The university was of a practical style. Everything they did was career-oriented.
 Sitting in the corridor, Qin Guan was looking in the distance like a sculpture. Cong Nianwei walked up to him in a rush with her textbooks in her arms. His heart warmed up immediately.
 "What did you think of the courses?"
 "There are differences from the theories we learned in China..."
 They discussed their courses on the bus. They were so concentrated that they missed their stop.
 "We are close to Chinatown. We can have lunch there and take a bus back."
 "Good idea. We haven't been there. We can get off at Broadway Street."
 Walking hand in hand, they looked at the Chinese-style streets. It was like another city within Manhattan. It felt like they had gone back to a familiar place through a magic door.
 Pointing to the carved beams and the painted rafters with the red lanterns, Qin Guan suggested that they have lunch there.
 "Okay!" The two of them entered the Chinese restaurant.
 The bead curtains divided the two worlds. Qin Guan found a hidden, but beautiful spot inside. The owner must be rich, but he lacks knowledge on the Chinese culture.
 He had combined too many Chinese elements together. What a mess! In the eyes of American people though, this was what China was really like.
 In the center of the restaurant there was a stage for Peking opera, just like the stages in Brazilian and Russian restaurants.
 It was like a traditional house restaurant in China, or the little theater of Deyun Crosstalk Association. Everything was bright and gorgeous.
 Qin Guan ordered the boiled dumplings. They couldn't stand the so-called Chinese dishes they saw on other tables.


Qin Guan was reborn and sent back to his final semester in High School 18 years ago. Getting a second chance at life, he works hard to turn things around and eventually become a Prince Charming. What will his life be like the second time around? What will he have to go through? How will he succeed in turning from a loser into a Prince Charming? Read this story carefully and find out!

Trisha came to look for me. When we reached the entrance of the campus Avika and Riya were already waiting. We had a joyous and stress-free day outside. As we had some delicious snacks and lovely desserts it felt bliss to us. Since we ate distasteful food for so long our tongues were robbed of the taste buds.
After trying out various outfits Riya and Avika selected a few. 

It was 5 in the evening when we came back. Sun has yet to set. After resting for a few minutes I turned to ask Avi about hitting the gym as we had lots of desserts today and didn't go in the morning. But as I approached her she was in a deep sleep. I tucked her in the light blanket and she snuggled to it with a content smile. 

Smiling I wore my activewear and sports shoes. As Avika wasn't with me I decided to run. Attaching my earphones I began to run. Music blasted in and my mood uplifted. There were many people in the garden. Players practising their games, girls chatting around, couples sitting quietly gazing the horizon or exchanging sweet promises while the sun was going to set. I decided to sit quietly in some place after running two laps.

After 15 minutes I completed my workout and sat in a good place to admire the sunset. Looking at the serenity of the scene I thought of a few words, not that good but apt for my mood and scene.

"Everyday when a day ends
It feels so relaxing to me
Every emotion blends
Sometimes merry sometimes gloomy
Sunset is beautiful
As it marks that the day is finally ending"

I sat there thinking nothing. Just staring at the sunset and breathing deeply. Sort of meditation. Sun sat at last. Sky still contained few hues before turning all dark. Breathing for the last few times, it was the time to get up. 

"Hey, are you okay?"

I jumped in surprise with a sudden sound. I noticed it was Avika. I thought that if it would be a movie it was the perfect time when Mr.President shows up. These coincidences often happen between the lead actors. Not that I was thinking we were the main leads.

"Yeah, just enjoying my quality time. You woke up sleepy head?" I said.

She sat beside me. 
"I was looking for you and assumed you would be working out as you are not a morning person, next possible place was the library." She said.

"You know there is a thing called a mobile phone, dummy." I laughed flashing my phone towards her.

"Tch, I know that. Just my phone ran out of battery after our outing and I slept soon after I came." She said making some faces.

"Come on let's go, it's getting darker." I stood up and pulled her up with me.

Next few days flew very fast. I continued to follow my schedule dutifully. In Psychology, we were taught so many things that fascinated me. The working of our mind is truly a miracle. Today was the day we had to present our papers at the Literary Club. After lunch, Trisha and I went together. Today I reached earlier.
I had seen Mr.President from afar a few times. He was present most of the time in the library as he said earlier. Idiot Sourav didn't disturb me any further as the librarian was always there. She talked happily with me each time I issued books. I had seen him playing basketball in mornings when I get a chance to work out. 

We had settled down and Trisha told me about Korean-dramas she had watched. I used to watch Korean-dramas and Chinese dramas. Here however I don't get time at all. We talked happily until everybody came in. As we were 14 members everybody read their papers. When Mr.President started I was happy that he liked the book. Every book has got it's the charm. It ended pretty well and everybody got a glimpse of other's capabilities. 

We got to know that the drama is set on the novel Pride and Prejudice. It was a beautiful romance novel by author Jane Austen. It was one of my favourite classic books. It was the story in which Elizabeth overcomes her prejudice and Mr.Darcy does his pride and then both surrenders themselves in love. I was very excited about it. Normally I heard colleges play Romeo and Juliet as a drama but this is really great. I do want to see the casts and hopefully, their actions would be top-notch. I want to see the characters brought to life. Many of us have read the novel here and was a squeal of delight when we heard about it.

As we discussed we were told to meet the Drama Club. Trisha and I walked towards the drama club as we wanted to meet Avika and Riya. While Avika was a dancer, Riya was a singer. They both aren't going to participate in the drama but will be there during the meeting just to see the preparations. 
When we reached we started talking and joking with each other. 

"Manya?" I heard someone call. I turned and saw Mr.President calling me over while he was talking to two people there.

"See she is the one I told you about." Is he serious? No, I don't want to act at all. Maybe I would like to do some work but no acting. I admit I had done some acting in my high school days but this was too much.

"Please excuse us for a moment," I said to them and dragged him away. 

"Did I tell you to recommend to me?" I said.

"No, but on Saturday I asked, you didn't deny either." He said with an expression that seemed annoying to me.

"Please tell them I'm not going to participate in the drama." 

"Why?"

"Because it's MY decision," I growled 

"Okay, don't get mad. I didn't say anything I just told them how nicely you have written your assignment paper. I told them that you could assist me in screenwriting. If you want to act that's another story." He said, totally cool. So that's what he was talking about. Screenwriting is the thing I would enjoy but still,

"But still, you should have told me before you were planning to do so," I said

"I'm sorry," he said so sincerely that I felt guilty.

"I want to apologize too as I was too rash," I said biting my lips.

"So are we cool?" He asked softly.

"Yeah. Well, is the post of screenwriter's assistant is still open?" 

"No, someone took it." He said

"Who?" I asked

"Some girl named Manya Verma." We laughed. 

"Do you agree?" He asked.

I contemplated for a moment. Screenwriting would be good, it's my favourite novel and I don't have to do most of the work what more a lazy soul like me desires?
"Yup, I agree," I said

We walked back together and he told them about him being the screenwriter and me being the assistant.
I wanted Avika to try out the auditions but she is in dance which requires a lot of time and energy. As this fest programme's responsibility was Drama Club's they are already divided into several groups and at last very fewer people were left in performing actual drama part. 

As the fest was approaching at the end of mid- August we had time in our hands. Even though the script has to be ready early. Mr.President and I decided to work in the library the next few days as we shortened the entire drama into 30 minutes. 

Today since he called me over I hadn't gotten a chance to talk to my friends. I followed him everywhere. A few minutes later everybody started departing. I got a message from Riya saying they are returning to their practice and Trisha is accompanying them. I sighed and maybe the person beside me mistook it for boredom or tiredness because he flashed me an apologetic smile. He then quickly wrapped up the conversation and led me to the cafeteria.

He told me to order whatever I like, but this was college cafeteria and not a very good place to order 'whatever I like'. Anyway, I didn't want to eat my regular sandwich so I ordered some french fries after asking him if he would help me finish it and a cup of coffee. He too ordered a coffee.

We sat in the same place as the other day.
While sitting he said.

"Next time it wouldn't be this cafeteria." I laughed at this.

"I don't know in which year you are studying," I said thinking carefully.

"You really didn't pay attention to the first day, did you?" He asked.

I was really embarrassed.
"Yeah, I didn't. After the library incident, I felt dejected for a long time and I bear grudges so I didn't pay attention." I said truthfully.

"Bearing grudges, I'll remember that." He chuckled.

"Will you tell me or not," I asked

"Let's do this again. Our introductions." He said and then continued.
"Hello, my name is Vihaan Kashyap and I'm a third-year student here. Hobbies are playing basketball, reading books and listening to music."

"I'm Manya Verma, nice to meet you. I'm a first-year student here. Hobbies are reading, dancing, painting, listening to music and watching movies and dramas." I said mimicking him.

"You paint and dance too?" He asked surprised. This surprise didn't offend me, rather I wanted to tell him more. 

"Yeah. I love cooking. Baking at that." I said.

"You cook too? Would this lowly creature someday would have the fortune to taste your cooking?" He said

"Yes, you could as you aren't any lowly creature but my esteemed senior. But I don't know how and when." I said.

I know he is just joking but my silly heart sped when he said he would like to taste my cooking. Our order had arrived he went to the counter to bring things over.

"Have you read Pride and Prejudice?" He asked.

"Yes," I nodded enthusiastically. Now things will get interesting as I'll get to write (or help in writing, whatever) dialogues of Elizabeth and Mr.Darcy.

A girl with a past she couldn't let go. Once cheerful and chirpy, she began to question her values, intention and even existence.

"God? Have you kept me here just to feel immense guilt each moment I breathe?" She asked, voice breaking and trembling in between her sobs as she tried to compose herself.

After suffering she regained her will to live but still didn't overcome completely. Will the arrival of her soulmate relieve her or will she lose this opportunity too?

Dear reader,

The writer speaks
Tenebrous thoughts
Of age old dreams...
I have read and continue to read many eastern fantasy webnovels. They sparked my interest ever since I watched a chinese drama and heard that it was a book adaptation. I found the translation, read it and went on a journey that brought me to discover eastern fantasy webnovels. I jumped in willingly and haven't looked back yet. (Yup, I've basically given up on other genres right now.
So why this book then?

Reason number 1:
Well, i just got tired of reading the same thing all over again. Granted, I get surprised now and again by a writer, but honestly most of the main characters we see are just in it for… what exactly? I guess revenge, the ladies and let's not forget the ego trips.
Hmpf!
But it gets tiring after after the nth mc constantly at odds, constantly fighting with the people and the world around them.

I've dropped several books because of the constant fighting (I understand the need to raise the stakes but please give my poor old heart a rest). Catch my breath before the next canon fodder appears to be the mc's next stepping stone to becoming the world's greatest fighter). Don't even get me started on the horrible sex scenes; products of deluded minds (is romance dead? Woo a girl a bit before jumping her, will ya?)

Reason number 2:
I have read web novels with female protagonists, but apart from only one exception, female protagonists are limited to the clan or the city. Most of these books have to do with evil and annoying stepmothers and even more evil and annoying flower snake step sisters. I always ended up wondering if the kind of a story with a female protagonist in a sect could work? Is that even possible? So i took up the challenge. Only time will tell how it pans out. It might be exactly what i envisioned or transform into something else. 

I also wanted a more or less wholesome story that didn't make me break into hives because it was chock full of someone's outlandish sexual fantasies or fanservice.

If people weren't writing what I wanted to, I had to do it myself. I am by no means an accomplished writer, but I am up to the task.

Cultivating Karma came into existence after almost a year of dreaming and planning. It follows our heroine, Bai li yue, who through a series of events transmigrates into the thousand aurora world. She will journey the world on a quest to break a curse that afflicts her. Will she succeed in cultivating karma or has her fate been already decided?

I hope you stay for the ride. Most of all, I hope you enjoy yourself while doing it.

Bai li yue has lived a tough life: a cursed life. She survives an abduction and ends up in another world. Through a chance encounter she meets a person who changes her life. The only way to survive is through cultivation. Will she succeed in cultivating karma to break her curse or is her fate already set in stone?

Jiang Cheng's father, Jiang Dejun, was a very traditional man especially when it came to his work. He always considered himself a traditional scholar and held himself to old traditional ideas. 

So when Jiang Cheng applied to Shanghai Drama Academy, although Jiang Dejun eventually nodded his agreement, he still held some reservations.

Jiang Dejun had always wanted Jiang Cheng to inherit his so-called traditional culture and ideas, so he always wanted him to become something along the lines of a literary major or a history major, he didn't expect Jiang Cheng to choose the performing arts.

He had always held a biased opinion against actors and the entertainment industry and though acting was considered part of the arts he viewed it as something of lower rank. 

In the past, Jiang Cheng always wanted to prove to his father that even if he became an actor in the future, he wouldn't forget the culture, traditions, and ideas inherited from Chinese civilization and would instead strive to promote them.

The old Jiang Cheng thought of writing a book. He thought if he could write a book that could gain Jiang Dejun's admiration and respect, he would have no objections.

It was a pity that although he was very smart and held outstanding academic achievements since childhood, engaging in book publishing and editing work since childhood, his fondness of literature and writing alone wasn't enough when it actually came down to it.

Writing a book was very difficult.

After all, writing one wasn't just writing whatever came to mind but the long-term accumulation of skill and writing material.

Therefore, although the original Jiang Cheng always held such an idea it unfortunately never came to fruition.

But there was no such problem now. Jiang Cheng had a lifetime of memories and experiences. Not to mention Jiang Cheng himself was a screenwriter, a master of storytelling. In his memories there were a huge number of best-selling books, more than a decade's worth. 

However, considering his current age and identity, Jiang Cheng decided to plagiarize the future historical book: 'Stories About The Ming Dynasty' that would become popular in the south and the north.

In the past, when it came to history, the first thing people thought of was the rigid records of history textbooks. Rarely did anyone except those studying the subject deliberately consult those history books. It was because the books were truly unsightly!

Except for those without much choice or the truly enthusiastic no one else would be willing to troll through thick chunks of information filled with nothing but facts and dates. 

But the emergence of "Stories About The Ming Dynasty" had broken those previous conventions, letting people realize for the first time that history could be written like this.

Although it delivered the same information, the writing method used by the author was different. It was a kind of fresh brushwork full of vitality, the characters seemed like they were all about to jump out of the book.

With his pen, the historical figures were no longer rigid names you had to memorize for an exam but real people. As the Ming Dynasty experienced its ups and downs, you couldn't stop reading. 

True to the opening words of the book: [History should be fun to read]. The author did his best to make learning about the Ming Dynasty enjoyable.

As a screenwriter, Jiang Cheng knew that the success of a good book was one that allowed the reader to have a strong sense of substitution when reading it. If there was a sense of substitution, the reader would unconsciously fall into the world of the book and would read on not wanting to stop; on the contrary, if there was no sense of substitution, the reader would just place the book down and move on.

Undoubtedly, the previous rigid history books wouldn't give anyone a sense of substitution. 

Especially now so, as technology developed and people became less and less interested in researching the past and reading ancient texts. With less and less need in real life, there were fewer and fewer people who studied history.

"Stories About The Ming Dynasty" was different. The author Mingyue used humorous language to narrate those historical events like they were telling a story. The historical characters were given humanity and character, this made them feel more like humans with flesh and blood, people that had actually lived once upon a time. 

The reader discovered over time that the emperors and princes in history too were ordinary people, they too had joys and sorrows, as well as worries and fears. As if passing through space and time, the reader felt a strong resonance and those historical figures and historical events seemed to be within reach.

This book successfully increased interest in history. Showing that history wasn't something only for professors but something that everyone could touch.

Therefore, writing this book could not only cope with Jiang Dejun's complaints, but also indirectly ignite his fame, killing two birds with one stone, especially since he was most in need of fame now, why not?

Getting excited as he thought of his plan, Jiang Cheng immediately acted.

First of all, he found lots of books about the Ming Dynasty. After all, it was a thing of his previous life. Jiang Cheng's memory of the book was only an approximation, he only remembered the language style, as well as the overarching plot. 

Moreover, Jiang Cheng didn't intend to copy Mingyue word for word, it would only be a loose frame, he wanted to write something that was his own.

Fortunately, his father had a plethora of history books if nothing else.

After selecting a couple of relevant ones, Jiang Cheng turned on the desktop again and opened up Word.

The first input was a huge title- [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]

Then the famous sentence under the title: [History should be fun to read] 

The title of the first chapter "Emperor Hongwu" followed and as the story of the legendary emperor Zhu Zhongba slowly unfolded, the book also began to take shape little by little....

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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The Emergency Department was somewhat dirty and messy at night.
There were discarded clothes and rubbish on the floor. The positions of the IV stands, chairs, and even hospital beds also became haphazard. In the corner of the room near the rubbish bin, there was even something that looked like vomit, covered with a rag that was soaked in antiseptic fluids.
Ling Ran walked quickly. When he reached the treatment room, the patient had already been pushed into a curtained cubicle. From outside, Ling Ran could see the reclined upper-half of the patient's body, and that the patient was staring at the ceiling with glazed eyes.
"Come in, Doctor Ling." Nurse Liu drew the curtains after letting Ling Ran in.
The patient did not move at all even after hearing the commotion.
"Does he have a concussion?" Ling Ran chose a more logical assumption. If it were anything more serious than that, it would not even matter if the scrotum was sutured.
"He's in shock." Zheng Pei, the experienced resident doctor kneeling at the foot of the bed to look at the wound, raised his head.
"Oh." Ling Ran glanced at the messy condition of the patient's crotch. He could kind of understand how the patient was feeling.
Zheng Pei was bespectacled and had a small goatee growing under his chin. His hair was around the length of his beard. He would become the chief resident after this year, and if he managed to get through it alive, he would be promoted to attending physician. He was also the most experienced doctor among the first-string doctors on shift tonight. He had been a houseman for three years, a resident doctor for another three years, and had sutured a few thousand patients.
Since Zheng Pei knew that Nurse Liu had sent someone to call Ling Ran, he questioned Ling Ran with the intention to test him. "What information can you derive based on your observations right now?"
Senior doctors tested junior doctors when they were in a good mood… and a bad mood. There was the possibility that both medical interns and resident doctors would get thrown a lot of questions anytime and anywhere.
Of course, since this was the kind of life medical students led in universities, Ling Ran was not surprised. He thought about it as he observed the patient under the sufficient lighting. 
Because he obtained only the Specialist Level Interrupted Vertical Mattress Suturing Technique, which was suitable for the suturing of stomachs and scrotums, he still had to depend on himself when it came to aspects such as the observation and diagnosis.
Fortunately, Ling Ran had obtained knowledge related to this by himself early on. He earnestly studied the patient's bloody and messy wound and answered, "Laceration on the right side of the scrotum, exposing the testicle. Obvious dust and fine debris can be seen on the surface of the scrotum and in the soft tissue. The wounded area reaches the tunica vaginalis, but the tunica vaginalis should be intact."
The patient on the hospital bed trembled with every word Ling Ran said. It was not so easy for a patient to put up with this with grace.
Zheng Pei glanced at Ling Ran, a little surprised. He hummed in acknowledgement and said, "Very detailed observations, and your knowledge is quite vast."
Ling Ran flashed a slight smile.
Zheng Pei did not receive a humble reply even after waiting a few seconds. He slapped his forehead and said to Nurse Liu with a smile, "Look at who I'm talking to." 
Immediately after that, Zheng Pei made room and said, "Come and inspect the patient, and tell me your judgements one by one."
Ling Ran put on a pair of gloves. He went forward and fiddled with the wound for a bit. The patient, whose eyes were glazed, trembled even more violently. 
"I don't see any associated injuries. It's a nonlinear wound and is definitely contaminated. Was it sustained on the road? It doesn't really look like it…" Even though Ling Ran had studied about it before in books, it was very hard for him to come out with an accurate analysis when it came to actual practice.
Zheng Pei chuckled and said, "I asked when I was outside. He sustained the injury while skateboarding in a park. Isn't there a move in skateboarding where you jump onto the metal handrails and slide down? Guess what happened."
"He jumped onto it, but his skateboard did not follow?" Ling Ran felt as if he got an answer for a riddle.
Zheng Pei snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "You are correct. He ended up riding the metal handrail. And the handrail wasn't even round. So—"
"So we have to consider the possibility of tetanus and give him a tetanus shot," Ling Ran finished Zheng Pei's sentence.
Zheng Pei was dumbfounded. Were they not chit-chatting excitedly? Why did he go back to the topic in an instant?
"The bleeding isn't too serious. As for the condition of the spermatic cord…" Ling Ran recalled what he learned during the anatomy lessons. He asked rather hesitantly, "What is a normal spermatic cord supposed to look like?"
If you were to give Ling Ran an intact male scrotum, and let him cut it to take out the spermatic cord, he could still determine whether the cord was normal. But because the situation right now was quite atypical, Ling Ran did not dare make an absolute conclusion when it came to an anatomical structure he was unfamiliar with. 
Zheng Pei had not performed such an in-depth examination yet. When he heard what Ling Ran said, he started to observe carefully and muttered to himself, "If it's abnormal, we need to first consider the possibility of spermatic cord torsion."
The patient finally could not keep quiet anymore, and asked with a rather hoarse voice, "Both of you are still talking about My Fair Princess[1]?"
Zheng Pei was bewildered by the question. "When did we talk about My Fair Princess?"
"The… Jin Suo[2] both of you talked about just now is the Jin Suo from My Fair Princess, right…?" The patient's cheeks twitched twice. He glared indignantly at the ceiling and said, "The doctors are still talking about a television drama when I'm so seriously wounded. Who the f*ck sent me to this hospital, I—"
Zheng Pei was angry and amused at the same time. "My Fair Princess? What era is that television drama from? Do you know why you got hurt so easily even though other people don't get injured as easily as you during skateboarding accidents? It's because you are too old."
Nurse Liu quickly asked, "Doctor Zheng, what drugs are we going to administer now?"
It was really not worth it for doctors and nurses to fight with patients, mishaps could also happen easily because of that.
Zheng Pei shook his head and said, "Ling Ran, can you explain what a spermatic cord is to the patient first?"
"A spermatic cord is a structure that holds the testicle in place and provides nourishment to the testicle. Its contents include arteries, veins, lymphatic vessels, nerves…" Ling Ran answered as though he was reciting from a book. He then said to the patient, "We are checking to see whether your spermatic cord is working normally. If there's a problem with it—for example torsion—we'll have to perform surgery on it. We might also have to remove your testicle. In that case, stitches won't be needed anymore "
Ling Ran looked a little regretful as he said the last part.
The patient said nothing and stared at the ceiling with glazed eyes. His entire body trembled.
"The testicle is a little lower than usual." Zheng Pei paused for a moment and said, "There's no torsion. It's just that the position of the spermatic cord itself is considerably rare."
Ling Ran looked at where Zheng Pei was pointing at and nodded in confirmation.
"Go ahead and debride and suture the wound. Make sure that you don't separate the wound too much when you debride it." After Zheng Pei made sure that there were no other problems, he decided that he would not do the work himself. He took off his gloves and gestured for Ling Ran to get into action.
Ling Ran came here with the intention to do the surgery. Right then, he took the center position without hesitation and began his task, which was familiar and strange at once.
The Specialist Level Interrupted Vertical Mattress Suturing Technique was finally being put to use.
A few minutes later, the egg was returned to its nest.
Ling Ran left the small cubicle satisfied. He felt like his shift today was not a waste.
When Lu Wenbin caught sight of Ling Ran, he quickly walked over and said, "Doctor Ling, the edema of the patient in bed number five has subsided."
"You made another ward round just now?" Ling Ran glanced at his watch, it was already dawn.
Lu Wenbin glowed in excitement. He said, "I took a look while I was at it, but I did not expect the edema to subside so soon."
A notification from the system simultaneously appeared before Ling Ran's eyes.
[Mission completed: Treating Patients]
[Reward obtained: Incision (Specialist Level Bow Hold Style)]
Translator's notes:
[1] A Chinese-Taiwanese television drama which began airing in 1998 and is considered the most commercially successful Chinese-language series in history.
[2] Spermatic cord is pronounced as 'jin suo' in Mandarin, which is the same pronunciation as the character Jin Suo in 'My Fair Princess'.


Ling Ran, a med school senior, begins to see the world like a game UI. He uses it to pave his way towards graduation, a residency, becoming the greatest doctor in the world... And finally getting a Transformer from his newbie packs? Maybe. We don't know yet.

Danielle Tocca owned a chain of salons and spa palours. The settings were fancy and glamourous. Gio Tocca sat by her mother's office desk and twirled on it as she thought about the series of events that has been happening in her life lately. There was still something she hasn't really figured out about her current boyfriend, Quince Munroe but she just brushed it aside because things have been too awesome to think about bad thing. 
Their love has been growing rapidly and she has never been happier. However he started getting busy lately preparing for the grand opening of the racing grounds. So they saw each other seldomly but they made the most of it. 
It has been two weeks since Ronda Williams left for her university overseas and Alexander Gergana went to another city for her university studies as well.
Oddly enough Christine Josephs was around town but was more scarce than a chinese gay guy. But well, it's not like she cared, she was even happier that she didn't see her, because it was just less drama and more peace. 
Gio's phone dinged again and it was a notification on facebook from a mutual friend of hers and Rendell Books. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Rendell has been trying to get hold of her for weeks on end now with no success. He has even resorted to asking their mutual friends to contact her and they've been buzzing off her phone.
Rendell was looking for his ring back. But... Well... Gio sold it at a pawn shop for $10k. She was not gonna leave the relationship empty handed, not after a year of tolerating his irritating voice and kissing his big mouth. No, suh!
"How's your classes going?" Danielle's voice interupted her thoughts. Things between the mother and daughter have been looking up lately, they talked and laughed more with each other. 
"Peace of cake" Gio answered with a smirk. After days of her mother nagging her about not just sitting around the whole day, Gio finally decided to take shooting classes. It was actually more of Quince's idea but she was more than thrilled to accept it. It was not like she was gonna think of anything better, she was thinking of going to an advance driving school to learn how to spin a car. 
Danielle tried denying her that opportunity at first but Gio threaned her with becoming a couch potato "I still think you should have..."
"...gone to university yeah yeah yeah" Gio finished off her mother's sentence before she could "I know I know, Danny, I'll go next year I promise" 
"Really? Danielle couldn't believe her ears.
"Yes, I promise" Gio stood up from her mother's chair and went to lie down at the office couch.
"I'll hold you to that..." Danielle said. Their conversation was interupted by a knock on the door. 
"Hey, baby girl, some guy is looking for you" Oleg, the most gayest man on the planet said. He was Danielle's first employee. 
"Well... does he have a name?" Gio sat up on the couch and raised her eyebrows at him.
"Girllll! You think if he was Mr Fine I would have said "some guy"?" he huffed and rolled his eyes. 
Danielle and Gio laughed at his eccentrics.
"Oooh sister boss there's a client that wants to see you" he said while he left and Danielle followed him out. 
Clad in a black leather jacket, black shirt and black jeans; a 6ft tall man, with over-built muscles, stood by the door looking scary with his neck tattoos and a scar across his eye and on his cheek. His smirked and chuckled eeriely "So this is the famous Gio Tocca?"

Prohibited Love changed names to Bandit Love. Cathy: Who is she? Q: Who? Cathy: Don't play dumb with me, Q, even a blind person can see something is going on between the two of you! In all his arrogance, Quince Munroe stopped responding. Catherine Johnson went to the bedroom and came with a pillow and blanket and threw them at him Cathy: You will sleep in your office tonight! Wedding bells rung allover the place, the place seemed joyous and kid's laughter filled the place Sam: I love u baby Gio Tocca forced a smiled at him Sam: Today, I stand here before you and your family. I was nothing without you and now I am man because of you. I vow to be faithful, truthful, honest and a right man for you Priest: Good. Now that they have both said their vows if there's anyone here who is against this two getting married please speak now or forever hold your peace Q: I HAVE A COUPLE OF THINGS TO SAY Gio's heart skipped a beat, no no no this shouldn't be happening! Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she squeezed Sam's hand tight. Gio: Please ignore him Q: G, I am not living here without you. This is a story of gangster love. Please walk with Gio Tocca and Quince Munroe in their journey of forbidden love in a dangerous place. Will their love conquer all, or is love just not enough? NO UNDERAGED!!!There will be violence, explicit sex scenes, gun violence and a lot of of explicit sex scenes so please be warned!!!

"Sh- Sheng Yize…" An Xiaxia stammered. Sheng Yize held her by her shoulder and gave Xiao Yan a sideway glance. "President Xiao, I told you already: she's my girlfriend. It's getting really embarrassing for you to repeatedly approach her."
Xiao Yan's face turned from red to white and he clenched his fists involuntarily. "Are you two… really together?"
Before An Xiaxia could say a word, Sheng Yize had covered her mouth. His matter-of-fact voice rang out over her head. "Of course. The purpose of your question is?"
Sadness swept over Xiao Yan and he forced out a smile. "I see… Xiaxia, congratulations."
After that, he staggered out of the canteen. Looking at him from behind, it almost appeared like he was running away.
Mr. Tang watched the two with great interest and raised an eyebrow, the look on his face almost enigmatic.
"Mhm… Sheng Yize, let go of me…" An Xiaxia struggled with all her limbs. By now, quite a few girls had gathered around, but luckily, their conversation just then had been quiet enough to avoid being overheard.
Sheng Yize dragged An Xiaxia toward the exit with a grim face.
Frustrated, An Xiaxia buried her teeth in his arm without any hesitation!
"Let me go!"
"No." Despite his calm and unhurried tone, Sheng Yize kept his word. He ignored the teeth in his flesh and wouldn't release her.
An Xiaxia was determined to have her freedom and bit down again. She could taste blood in her mouth this time, but Sheng Yize didn't even flinch and his grip remained tight.
She opened her mouth and didn't know what to do with Sheng Yize's stubbornness.
Why… was he doing this… 
They were perfectly fine being strangers and having nothing to do with each other… 
Why had he broken into her life like this and turned everything upside down… 
"Yize, you're here." A tender female voice interrupted An Xiaxia's confused train of thought.
Turning toward the voice, she saw that Li Fanxing was walking toward them. Unlike Li Canxing, who always remained cold and distant, a perfect smile was always on Li Fanxing's face, making others think she was approachable and gentle.
Only An Xiaxia knew how hideous the heart hidden behind that smile was.
She pursed her mouth, turned away, and didn't want to look at her.
Sheng Yize frowned and asked indifferently, "What?"
Li Fanxing was still smiling brightly. "Do you want to join me for lunch? 'The Tale of the Banished Immortal' will air in a few days. If the ratings turn out good, are you interested in working with me again in another TV drama?"
She had put it all together so well. Adding to the fact that she was such a beautiful woman, any other guy would come running for the opportunity.
Sheng Yize smirked. "Sorry, but no."
Li Fanxing's face almost turned green.
Why didn't anything work out the way she planned? Not only didn't Sheng Yize give her any opportunity to spark a scandal, he wouldn't even show her the least respect!
Could it be… because of her?
Li Fanxing turned her freezing gaze on An Xiaxia and the latter felt a cold sensation on her nape. Turning around, she met Li Fanxing's murderous look.
She cringed and hid behind Sheng Yize despite herself.
Sheng Yize couldn't be bothered to exchange insincere pleasantries with Li Fanxing and dragged An Xiaxia out of the canteen right away.
-
The classroom.
Sheng Yize tossed her a stack of exercise books, smirking. "Don't even think about playing before you finish all these!"
An Xiaxia almost had a nervous breakdown when she picked one up and saw the big red text on the cover —
"A Collection of College Entrance Examination Papers of the Past Five Years and Mock Papers of the Past Three Years[1]!"
That bastard! That devil! That monster!
Sniffling, An Xiaxia felt like crying.
[1] Probably the most well-known and best-selling workbook among Chinese high school students.


As an anti-fan of the idol group, Starry Night, An Xiaxia is happy to spend her time online slandering lead singer Sheng Yize. 

But things take an unexpected turn when An Xiaxia starts high school - the Starry Night trio somehow becomes her classmates, and even end up moving into her house. 

Also, the nation’s idol Sheng Yize seems particularly interested in An Xiaxia for some reason...

Sheng Yize: Xiaxia, if I and a chicken wing fall into the water together, which one will you save?

An Xiaxia: Hm… I can't swim, so obviously you're going to save yourself and get my chicken wing out!

Sheng Yize: I thought I was the nation’s idol???

A team was more than just the players alone.
Everyone knew that the career of a pro gamer was a brief, flickering candle, even more dependent on one's youth than prostitution.
Pro gamers all started to show dramatic signs of regression around the age of twenty-five. They could play professionally for a few years perhaps—but what about after that?
If they hadn't yet formed into something resembling an agency, something which could really earn them a steady living, then Team Skycrown's legend would also prove a short one.
They were in no hurry to meet that fate.
But where did they go from here? They didn't really have an answer to this question.
Back when they were playing for Team Sky, all they had to worry about was playing the game. Ignorant as babes, they didn't know a thing about internet publicity, official procedures, or acquiring sponsors.
"We'll figure it out!" Zhou Yan declared.
"Leave it to me! Leave it to me!" Li Meiqi said coquettishly.
Everyone looked at her. She'd clearly had too much to drink.
***
After qualifying for the LPL, Lin Dong's phone had been ringing non-stop.
Unfortunately, most of them were about buying the team.
There were several established entertainment agencies in the country, and they were all seeking talents to fight in their name.
Having been burnt by Sky Club in the past, no one on Team Skycrown was interested in joining up with an agency. They played out of love for the game, and even if they lost their edge to advancing age, they'd still be willing to risk it and keep playing.
They would form their own agency, and be no one's slaves!
They had no idea where to even get started doing such a thing, but they'd figure it all out, and make something of themselves.
***
Somehow, no matter how much he drank, Luocheng remained the most clear-headed person at the table.
This was not to say that alcohol had no effect on him—he'd been stone-cold drunk before. However, one good barf and he'd be right as rain.
"You can just return to campus," Zhou Yan assured him. "I'll see them all home safely."
Da Luo, Lin Dong, Wu Sen, and Xiao Bei were already over the moon. Seeing their drunken little smiles brought some delight to Luocheng's heart. They'd made it back into the professional scene. It wouldn't be too long before they all could enjoy a faster internet connection, new computers, a new place…
"Alright, you guys take care," he replied.
"Will you be spending Chinese New Year with us?" Zhou Yan asked.
Chinese New Year would come rather early this year, around the end of January.[1] Luocheng's exams would finish around mid-January. If he didn't hurry home immediately after that, then he'd basically be spending the occasion in Shanghai.
Luocheng had already done so twice before, both times in the company of this team. It had always been a somber time for them.
"I'll probably be going home. The LPL begins around March. That gives you a couple of months to train up."
This match against Team Fudan had made clear Team Skycrown's shortcomings. Although they were always able to get ahead in their own respective lanes, they struggled to utilize it to secure victory for themselves. It was a major headache.
By Luocheng's estimations, he'd say the players were already first-class in terms of individual ability, but their teamwork and group tactics were still rudimentary, at times not even comparable to a second-class pro team. This was something they needed to shore up on.
There would be no competitions going on during Chinese New Year, and most pro gamers would be on an extended break. Luocheng hoped that Team Skycrown would be able to take advantage of this laxness on the part of their adversaries to grind more and get ahead, and patch up their two most glaring weaknesses.
"I guess you know that we're just a bunch of penniless bums. We don't have the money to go out on the town. It's a stretch even for us to take the bus." Zhou Yan grinned with a mouth full of pearly whites.
Luocheng smiled in reply, and patted one of Zhou Yan's broad shoulders. "No worries. Things will get better, real soon."
***
After that, Luocheng became very busy indeed.
Tests for nine subjects in all, each one requiring several days of intensive study. It was a stressful endeavor.
What the hell! Who was it who said that university life meant limitless freedom and leisure!
There were more exams than back in high school. It was inhuman!
January arrived, and Luocheng lived a monochrome life. The Gaming Society was forbidden territory. The library was his home, now.
Back in high school, his homeroom teacher was like a god-tier Jungler. In order to ensure that his students were studying hard, he would sneak up on you when you least expected it, ganking you while you were napping in the back, or playing with your phone, or reading some novels.
In university, even if everyone in the back was sound asleep, and the battle lines were all in disarray… no one seemed to care. It had to be the most feeble and hopeless kind of Jungler.
Tragically, this lack of adult supervision invariably resulted in great hordes of students, normally absent from view, congregating in the library to exert a level of effort which could put to shame the regular diligence of the top students.
As such, being in the library became akin to marathoning an entire drama series. There was never a dull moment, and every character was rife with quirks and conflicts.
His buddies Qiu Jingtai and Jiang Jiu were habitual slackers. As the end of the semester drew close, they became inseparable from Luocheng, and spent their days in the library putting their nose to the grindstone.
However, when they showed up at the library only to find that someone had already reserved a seat for Luocheng, all they could do was weep.
How wonderful it was, to have someone holding a seat for you—especially when that someone was the ice queen of their class, Bai Feifei.
For a long time, there'd been a rumor going around about those two being more than friends. They'd refused to believe it at first, but the moment they saw this with their own eyes, they immediately dropped their books and left!
What did people always say? So you're a model student… That's great, good for you. Oh, you have a Diamond frame[2], too? Now you've crossed the line!
Luocheng was a hardcore gamer who had no right to any success in academics. So he'd dueled with Blood Eagle before… That's amazing, you're really something else. You have a swim-team goddess for a little sister… That's swell, you must have done a lot of good deeds in your past life. Going to the library at semester's end to make a show of studying, and the class beauty saved a seat for you?
Where is the justice in this world?
***
"What's up with you two?" Feifei beheld the tears of the two boys, bewildered.
"Critical hit to their self-esteem, I'd wager." Luocheng elected to ignore the pair of drama queens.
Honestly, he wasn't sure exactly when Feifei started this practice of always keeping a seat free beside her. What she'd do was leave a book on there, and tell people that it was already occupied—even though the book was already there even before Luocheng actually showed up.
This tiny act caused something to stir within his heart, if ever so slightly. Could it be that this fair lady, most-coveted of the class, was harboring feelings for him?
Ah, at some point Luocheng would learn the truth: Bai Feifei was always blocking the seat beside her in order to prevent random people from coming over to chat her up. Luocheng was actually included in that list, but he'd somehow come to the conclusion that she'd been saving that place for him, so he'd just picked up the book and taken the seat, bold beyond belief.
At first, Feifei had been miffed by this. However, when she saw that Luocheng had genuinely come to do his revision, rather than pester her with small-talk, she'd granted him tacit permission to take that place beside her from then on.
Quite frankly, Feifei did not welcome people intruding upon her quiet little world.
"Two more to go. If I don't fail any subjects this year, I'll treat you to something." Luocheng put his book down.
This semester, Luocheng had spent the past two months playing in the LOL University League, which meant missing quite a few classes. Most of his notes had come from Feifei, who'd even photocopied them for him.
For a month or so after that, Team Skycrown had been working to get into the LPL, and Luocheng skipped his classes again, or slept through them. Already accustomed to covering for him, Feifei prepared a set of notes for him of her own accord. If he didn't fail anything this time around, it would be thanks to her.
Feifei declined politely. "No need."
"Anything you like. Be my guest."
"Let's talk about it if you pass everything, then."
***
The next two exams went by without issue.
University exams were easier than he'd expected. Just by comparing Feifei's notes to the selected texts, each subject could be squared away in three or four days.
Good, good. At this rate, it would be smooth sailing ahead for him. He could spend up to three or four months each semester fooling around, then pull up his socks for the last month, and he'd be sitting pretty!
After the last exam was over, students began to leave for home, one after another.
He hadn't seen much of Yang Ying, Xiao Jia, Qin Ting, and the others lately. They'd probably been busy with work. Luocheng wondered if he'd ever get another chance to meet up with them for a merry game or two.
Well, it seemed like they had all remained in Shanghai. There would surely be other occasions to come.
Luocheng didn't leave right away. First, he spent a few days with the Skycrown guys. This involved fervently studying replays alongside Lin Dong in order to pick up the tactics used by top teams, which they hoped would help them to develop a personal set of strategies for their team.
Next, they would be facing the strongest teams in the whole nation. Judging by the legacy of these teams, they should be familiar with every kind of team composition and battle strategy. If all they did was duplicate established stratagems, there were unlikely to see much success against these opponents. They would have to develop something unique, or else the other LPL teams would always be one step ahead of them.
"I've already looked it up: In the LPL, finishing at seventh or eighth place is worth fifty thousand RMB, and each team will also receive an additional fifty thousand." Lin Dong was smiling from ear-to-ear as he strode in to announce this to everyone.
"Seventh or eighth place? Wouldn't those be the last two places?" Wu Sen exclaimed.
"That's right. In other words, even if we lose it all, and end up at the bottom of the heap, as long as we finish all our games, we'll still come out with a hundred thousand RMB!"
"Hot damn! Is this for real?" Da Luo was delighted.
Back when they'd gone for that international DOTA tournament, only a scant few at the top could get a share of that pathetic prize money. After paying for airport taxes, flight tickets, room and board… there was hardly anything left.
No one on Team Skycrown had known that merely being in the LPL—even if they got their butts handed to them at every turn—guaranteed a pay-out of one hundred thousand RMB!
A sum like that, for a team with no patronage to speak of, would be an absolute lifesaver!
[1] Chinese New Year, which is based on a separate calendar, occurs on a slightly different date every year, with reference to the modern Gregorian calendar.
[2] In League of Legends, you get a decorative border (like a picture frame) around your champion's portrait in the loading screen before a game begins, based on the highest Ranked tier you've achieved since the end of the last season.


When a national athlete of China laughs at the concept of being able to win a gold medal in video gaming, what a pro-gamer like yourself ought to do is take your size-42 shoe and measure it against his pretty face!
When parents, relatives, friends, and all the rest of society scoff at pro-gaming and say it’s not a real job… what else can you do but hold true to your passion for the competitive multiplayer scene, and resolutely turn away from their doubts!
Have you ever thought that it could actually become an official event during the Olympics, perhaps within the next four years—a game of split-second reactions and seamless teamwork between five-man squads, the ultimate test of reflexes and finesse, in an arena where players compete with all their heart and soul… 
This is e-sports!
Let the champions roar ‘Demacia!’ and rock the world to its foundations!

6:30am in Japan

"Wake up Rui Xing," Shang Ying said from across the toilet. 

"5 more minutes," Rui Xing groaned. 

"No, if you don't wake up now, we're going to be late," Shang Ying said as he walked out of the toilet.

"You somehow sound like my mother, oh no, please don't tell me you're my mother and we're back in Singapore," Rui Xing said with her eyes closed. 

"Gosh, you're so dramatic. The first time I saw you, I thought you were so shy but now, I don't think so," Shang Ying said.

"Get up..." 

"OK fine, I'm up, I'm up! Where are we heading to today?" 

"We're going to take a bullet train to Osaka!" Shang Ying exclaimed.

"Is it because you're excited so you woke me up so early?!"

"No, because it takes about 2 hours and 30 minutes to get there, so chop chop kali pok [1]," Shang Ying said. 

"OK!"

Rui Xing took out a change of clothes and went into the toilet. She came out wearing a long sleeved maroon shirt with thick dark blue pants, along with a basil colored jacket for winter wear. She then went to brush her teeth and wash her face before packing her things to put into her luggage. 

After making sure she cleared all the stuff laying in their hotel room, they dragged their luggage and carried their bags down to meet Wen Xi and Li Nang. As they made their way to check out of their room, they saw Wen Xi and Li Nang already there. They walked up to them and Wen Xi told them that they were checking out of their room too. Rui Xing and Shang Ying nodded their heads. Rui Xing took out their room card and passed it to the lady at the counter. The lady took the card from Rui Xing and typed the information that the guests who were occupying rooms, 2002, 2003, have vacated. "Thank you for staying at Hotel Metropolitan Edmont. I hope to see you again," the lady at counter said courteously. "Sayonara," the 4 of them echoed to the polite lady. The lady smiled back at the 4 of them. 

The 4 of them couldn't take a single cab together because all their luggage are unable to fit inside it. They unfortunately had to take separate taxis and pay extra. Li Nang and Rui Xing were in one taxi, Shang Ying and Wen Xi in another. They took the taxi to the bullet train station which they would then take to go to Osaka! On the way to the station, Shang Ying received a call from his parents while he was talking to Wen Xi. He whispered a 'sorry' to Wen Xi, picked up the call and his mood changed. 

"Hi son, this is your mother. I have some things to talk to you about... But first, I would like to say that I hope you are enjoying your trip with your friends..."

"Mom, if you have anything to say to me, go straight to the point," he said bluntly. 

"Alright then. Who is that woman in the article with you? You know Ning Ning is still your girlfriend to the world right?" 

"She's my friend... Ning Ning is not my girlfriend, it's who you want to be my girlfriend. I have the right to choose who my girlfriend is. I'm sure Ning Ning deserves to choose who she wants as her boyfriend too," Shang Ying replied justly.

"You don't have a girlfriend currently do you? If you don't, I see no reason as to why she isn't good enough for you. Her parents work in an entertainment company of a higher ranking than our company. She is currently working there too, she'll eventually be the boss of that company," Shang Ying's mother said fiercely.

"Did you not listen to what I just said?" 

"Yes I did. But don't I, as your mother, have the right to choose who can or cannot be your girlfriend? I obviously have the rights to do that as your parent," she said strictly. "And also, I didn't call you yesterday because I was waiting for you to own up to your own mistakes. But you didn't. I don't know what to say..." 

"I made no mistakes. Ning Ning is not my girlfriend. Not now, not ever. End of conversation." After speaking, he hung up the phone angrily.

"Calm down, everything will be fine," Wen Xi said to Shang Ying.

No matter how hard Wen Xi tried to comfort him, it was futile. How did Rui Xing manage to comfort him the last time, Wen Xi thought to herself.

Meanwhile in the other taxi, Li Nang tried to start a conversation with Rui Xing to get to know her better. She doesn't talk much with Li Nang as she wasn't that close to him. The only thing they talked about were books. This conversation definitely wasn't going well for Li Nang. All he knew about her was she has 2 dogs and LOVES books. 

Finally, after a 30 minute drive, they arrived at the station. They paid the taxi driver and got out of the taxi. The 4 of them walked towards the counter and bought 4 tickets, one-way trip to Osaka. It was currently 7.45am and their bullet train would arrive at 7.50am. They rushed to where their train will arrive at and by the time they reached, the train was already there. They boarded the train and sat down on an empty seat. They were seated facing each other, seated together, but the ironic thing was that they weren't talking to one another. Rui Xing was wearing her earpiece, listening to music. Li Nang was reading his book, taking glances at Rui Xing, who was seated across him, every now and then. Shang Ying was watching a Chinese drama on his computer and Wen Xi was using her phone, doing who knows what, probably stalking people. They all were doing their own stuff. 

Halfway through the bullet train ride, Shang Ying received yet another phone call. To avoid  disturbance, he put on his earpiece and went into the toilet to take his call. He didn't save this person's number, who could the person be?

[1] work faster/ hurry up

A 21 year old girl is in a love triangle. Whose heart would she break? Who will she end up with? How would her loved-ones react? 
(Editor of this story: @nalubae)
(Co-writer of Vengeful In Love)

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