Cove-craft high school is a privately owned academy and like any school there are rules that must be followed, however there is one student that walks around the campus with an air of dominion over it, the so called "queen of the Cove", Bethony Rockwall, the veritable bully of the academy with even the teachers giving her a wide birth in the halls and because of her high ranking in the martial arts club none of the other students dare stand up to her, that is until today when she picks on the wrong teacher at the wrong time, Shannon Alderman the schools History, Science, and Fitness couch, today has been a particularly rough day for him and it seems as though it might get just a bit worse.

After a month of busy work, Yan Huan finally caught a breather in the weeks before Chinese New Year. She would be able to celebrate Chinese New Year in relative peace and quiet, but that did not mean she had abandoned her work entirely. She spent her free time reviewing the script for Please Close Your Eyes, and tried to get inside her character's head.
She continually asked herself: "What's the correct approach to this character?"
An idea came to her.
"Like that. See?" Lu Yi said after showing Yan Huan his martial arts moves.
Yan Huan was sitting at the table, her chin rested upon a hand. She nodded.
"Yup. I saw it…" 
Lu Yi raised an eyebrow as he waited for the rest of the sentence.
"…I saw it, but I still don't understand it."
Lu Yi knew Yan Huan was honest, but he had not expected her to be this honest.
"Then you'll just have to watch me do it again." Lu Yi repeated his moves; it was part of an ancient martial art he had learned from the Lei family. He knew modern ways of fighting, but they were all too violent to use with Yan Huan. He did not want to accidentally kill her.
Yan Huan committed his moves to memory as she quickly made notes on the paper before her. She was an experienced stunt double, but most of her moves had been smoke and mirrors, instead of the real deal. They were convincing enough to fool the audience, but she would be beaten senseless if she tried to get into a real fight with the true experts.
But Yan Huan was tenacious. She would continue her lessons even if she was guaranteed to be beaten to a bloody pulp.
Her role in Please Close Your Eyes was that of a policewoman skilled in martial arts. Yan Huan was nowhere near proficient in fighting right now, and she would rather drop out of the project than put in a substandard performance, if it came down to it. But she had agreed to take on the role, and her primary goal now was to try to do her character justice, to bring her fighting skills to the standards that she had set for herself. 
Her agency had arranged a martial arts teacher for her, and there would also be a choreographer on the set to show her what to do. But the lessons by the martial arts teacher had not been effective; her punches and kicks still lacked power. 
She had thought of Lu Yi then. Lu Yi had studied the ancient martial arts; he was a true expert when it came to fighting, and she knew she would be able to learn a thing of two from him.
She had only mentioned it in passing, but Lu Yi had generously agreed to give her lessons.
Yan Huan did not intend to be a martial arts master, of course; she only wanted to study Lu Yi's moves and stance.
A moment later, Lu Yi walked over to her and placed a cup of milk tea on the table. Yan Huan immediately reached out and unabashedly claimed the drink for herself without asking. Lu Yi's lips curved when he saw that, but Yan Huan was quite sure it was not actually a smile—it was a sign of defeated resignation at the loss of his milk tea.
"I'll be away for a few days. We'll have to continue our lessons later," said Lu Yi as he stared steadily into Yan Huan's eyes. His demeanor was still cool, but he no longer kept himself at a distance. He treated her like a friend now, someone he trusted enough to openly discuss where he would be going next. 
He realized that he had begun to let his guard down around the young lady.
That was the way relationships worked.
Sincerity was always rewarded with sincerity.
After spending time with him, Yan Huan now had a firm grasp on Lu Yi's character. He seemed like a difficult man to approach, but he was actually easy to get along with. He did not smile much, but he was not the type to lose his temper over trivial things, either. She had thought of Lu Yi as a rude, bad-tempered, insensitive blockhead in her previous life, but she knew now that his frosty, unsmiling face belied his kind and gentle nature. He rarely declined requests by his friends and family if it was within his means to fulfill them.
"Where are you going?" Yan Huan immediately regretted the question; she had never asked him about his work, because she knew that his job often required the highest level of confidentiality.
"I'm going to Peace City. I'll only be back in about two weeks." 
Yan Huan was caught off-guard by Lu Yi's straightforward reply; she had not expected him to actually tell her where he was going.
Yan Huan blinked in surprise. "Two weeks? That means you won't be able to celebrate Chinese New Year." 
Chinese New Year was the most important event in the country, not least because it was the most lively festival in the whole year. The excitement and merriment had decreased somewhat in recent years, but the trains all over the country still ran at full capacity every Chinese New Year. The mad rush to get back to their hometowns and families showed that the spirit of Chinese New Year was still deeply ingrained in everyone's subconsciousness.
It was a shared cultural memory, one that could never be forgotten.
"I guess so." Lu Yi stood up and walked over to the water dispenser to pour himself a glass of water. A flicker of melancholy crept into his eyes as he watched the crystal clear water stream steadily into his glass.
Yan Huan nursed her cup of milk tea, feeling inexplicably upset and agitated. She felt as though she had forgotten something important, but she could not recall what it was.
That night, she had just gotten into bed when she was suddenly flooded with an assortment of jumbled memories.
It was a recollection of TV footage she had seen in her previous life.
The footage had been chaotic and noisy.
Mudslide, trapped, eight people…
Mudslide, Chinese New Year.
She suddenly sat up. Her brow was drenched in cold sweat; her pajamas, too, were soaked, even though it was still winter.
Mudslide, Lu Yi.
She hugged her head and doubled over, her forehead almost touching her knees.
It came flooding back to her now. In her previous life, a mudslide had occurred in Peace City around Chinese New Year. About a dozen people had been trapped beneath it, and Lu Yi had been one of them. She remembered it clearly because the TV stations had covered the mudslide practically 24/7, due to the tragedy happening just before Chinese New Year. She had heard Lu Yi's name on the news then, but had only known who he was after marrying Lu Qin. She had actually joked to Lu Qin when she found out that it was a pity that Lu Yi had not died during the mudslide; the Lu family would have been theirs then.
She had even looked up footage of the mudslide back then, out of morbid curiosity. She remembered that the mudslide had happened before she had become a famous actress, when she had achieved early infamy for her porno movie. It had happened when she was 21 years old, and that was this year.
But how was she going to warn Lu Yi? She could not very well tell him outright: "Lu Yi, don't go, you'll be trapped under a mudslide if you go." Even an indirect warning such as "I had a dream last night, and I saw you trapped under a mudslide" sounded crazy to her ears. She could not expect Lu Yi to believe that.
The name "Yan Huan" would be synonymous with "bat-shit insane" if she tried that.
Even if Lu Yi believed her, how was she going to explain to him how she had known about the mudslide beforehand? That she was psychic? That this was actually her second run through life?
She would be captured and turned into a lab rat, to be experimented on.
She did not sleep at all that night. She got out of bed the next morning with dark circles under her eyes; they were so obvious she had to conceal them with foundation before leaving her apartment.
She went to Yuelun Entertainment's office building for her martial arts lessons. After that, she participated in a photo shoot. That was all the work she had scheduled for the day; she had nothing to do in the afternoon. 
She went to see Li Changqing.
"You want to take time off?" Li Changqing asked Yan Huan again, to make sure he had heard her correctly. He did not actually mind Yan Huan's request for time off; her schedule was still relatively open, and Chinese New Year was just around the corner. She could take ten days or even two weeks off, if she wanted to.
"Yes, for about two weeks." Yan Huan had gone over her plans, and knew that she would only have to take two weeks off. That meant she would miss out on celebrating Chinese New Year, but that was a sacrifice she would have to make.
"All right," Li Changqing agreed. "But you'll have to participate in a few photo shoots first. We'll be using those photos to build up your popularity."
Yan Huan nodded; she did not mind. 
After a few days of photo shoots, she finally completed all the work that had been scheduled for her.


For his sake, she was willing to abandon her career as the best actress and be his wife. With her own network, money and unscrupulous methods, she helped him rise to the top of the world. He, on the other hand, held another woman in his embrace and kicked her away with no mercy. It turned out that all he ever wanted was her rare blood type, her six-month-old child's cord blood. It was her life... When she opened her eyes again, she returned to her 20-year-old self. Time repeated and her life rewound. In this life, she would live well.

Sometime later, He Desheng heard Boss Pei heave a long sigh through the phone. He began to have mixed feelings. 
First, he could not help but feel disturbed. 
What's the matter with Boss Pei? 
Oh, I know. Boss Pei has just found out that the shared phone booths have moved out of Jingzhou towards the rest of the country. He must be feeling comforted like a mother eagle would after watching her babies fly out of the nest! 
Yes, that must be the case! 
Yet, at the other end of the line, Pei Qian was feeling sorrowful! He had only had ten million yuan to worry about at first, but now it was twenty million yuan. 
The pressure was on! 
"Let me think about it and get back to you." 
After hanging up, Pei Qian flipped through his little notebook, trying to see where he could spend all that money. 
Time was tight. It was too late to find another city and open a few more Fish-Catching Internet Cafe branches. However, he could still keep opening Upwind courier stations. That would be much faster, and he would be able to keep adding more stations until the week before settlement. 
At the same time, he could manufacture more stocks for Otto E1. That would burn money quicker. 
Piling up five thousand cell phones in Otto Technologies' warehouse would cost Pei Qian twenty million yuan. 
Of course, if he managed to sell them all… he would be in a worse state than he was now. 
Apart from all of these, Pei Qian still had an ultimate killer move—the Thriller Hostel project! 
Thriller Hostel could be delayed until the next cycle. A place like that was considered a bottomless pit for money. It would probably have no problem eating up all twenty million yuan. 
Still, unless he absolutely had to, Pei Qian did not want to throw more money into Thriller Hostel. 
If he invested more money, the place would become scarier, the experience would become more exciting, and the surrounding facilities would be perfected sooner. At the end of the day, the project might not be able to incur losses. 
Thus, giving Lu Mingliang more money to open Upwind Courier stations and expand Fish-Catching Complex's reach throughout Lincheng would be his best option. 
Then, he would channel the remaining funds to Otto Technologies and ask Chang You to store more stocks in the warehouse… 
Just as Pei Qian was deep in thought, his cell phone rang again. This time, it was Ma Yiqun. Pei Qian frowned and accepted the call at once. 
"Boss Pei, there's an additional five million yuan in Zhongdian Chinese Network's company account. I've already transferred it over to you!" Ma Yiqun's voice had a hint of pride. 
Pei Qian's mind was filled with question marks. 
After two seconds, he asked, "When did this happen?" 
Ma Yiqun answered, "Just two days ago. 
"We've been settling the previous month's royalties, right? After receiving February's income and after dealing with the company's matters, I asked the finance department to transfer the money to you!" 
Pei Qian's expression darkened, and he frowned. "Didn't I tell you to spend all that money on your own? The authors' class requires funding now. Why are you transferring the money back to me?" 
Ma Yiqun was stunned. "The authors' class has enough funding. 
"Don't worry, Boss Pei. The five million yuan is not all of last month's profit. I've already deducted the website's daily operating expenses, transaction fees, funds for supplementing authors' income, and expenses for the authors' class. I've even set aside a sum of money for other uses. This is what's left. 
"We've also maximized benefits for those attending the authors' class. I don't know where else to spend this money, and so I'm handing it up to you. 
"I heard that Otto E1 is lacking funds now. If we hand this sum of money to them, they should be able to put it to good use!" 
Pei Qian was speechless. 
I don't know where to spend all this money either! How can you transfer the money to me just because you don't know how to spend it? That's so irresponsible! 
You threw five million yuan at me without any warning. I wasn't even mentally prepared. You're making my life very difficult! 
Wait a minute, did Ma Yiqun just say that he had already deducted expenses for the authors' class from this sum? 
Doesn't that mean… 
The website is earning even more now?! 
The website had already started generating profits before. Ma Yiqun tried to transfer the profits to Tengda once, but Pei Qian decisively rejected him and asked him to start the online authors' class. 
The authors' class was to be run continuously. There was one every month. The participants' food and lodging would be provided, and they would be paid a salary and given insurance as well. Logically, all the money should have been gone by now. 
Why was there an additional five million yuan from the previous month's revenue?! 
The sensitive Pei Qian realized that something was amiss. He quickly asked, "Did Zhongdian Chinese Network's profits increase again in February?"
The moment he finished speaking, Pei Qian felt strange. Why did I say 'again'? 
Ma Yiqun smiled. "Of course, Boss Pei. That's all thanks to your great planning! 
"The facts have shown that your decision to invest all the website's profits into the online authors' class had been a wise and forward-thinking one! 
"In the short term, we generated fewer profits. However, the benefits of the authors' class are infinite! 
"Firstly, we gave unregulated, ill-disciplined authors a fixed working schedule and more security in life. Thus, they could focus on writing and improving their novels. 
"Secondly, authors have a platform to communicate, learn, and improve their own skills. That means Zhongdian Chinese Network's mid-tier writers are growing at a rapid pace! 
"Lastly, the Tengda spirit classes you've been organizing for the authors have been termed 'inspiring'. Instead of only wanting to write more, they're now focusing on maintaining both quality and quantity. Overall, the novels on our website are moving towards excellence. That'll be very helpful to retain readers! 
"Most importantly, Cui Geng's The Butterfly Game has pleasantly surprised us. It has broken the record for subscriptions, and news has spread throughout the online literature industry. Many authors have noticed the high upper limit for Zhongdian Chinese Network's online novels and have come over to start writing as well. 
"As more and more novels appear on the website, there's also more and more quality content. Readers are also becoming more loyal and hardworking in keeping up with the novels! 
"All in all, Zhongdian Chinese Network is a whole new website now!" 
Pei Qian almost had a panic attack halfway through. 
The Tengda spirit classes have been termed 'inspiring'? Instead of only wanting to write more, they're now focusing on maintaining both quality and quantity? 
That's not right. I thought they were supposed to become slackers! 
Although Pei Qian was confused and he did not know how the lessons on the Tengda spirit had become so problematic, he was still in touch with reality. 
"Immediately stop holding the lessons on the Tengda spirit!" Pei Qian immediately said.
"Ah, alright, Boss Pei. That's what I was thinking, too." Ma Yiqun was in complete agreement. 
Pei Qian, "?"
Ma Yiqun continued speaking, "Actually, we're going with a mentoring model for the second authors' class. An experienced author would be paired with a new one. Almost all the experienced authors have already received lessons on the Tengda spirit at Tengda's headquarters before. 
"Now, we're counting on the lessons being passed down through the various generations of authors. That would spread the Tengda spirit, and the HR department would not have to bear this burden any longer. 
"That's why I was thinking of doing away with this step." 
Pei Qian, "…" 
Oh no, it's too late! 
The Tengda spirit had spread to the entire authors' class, just as Pei Qian had hoped. However, the effects were drastically different from what he had imagined! 
Could it be… that the enemy was in the HR department and right beside him?!
However, on further thought, Pei Qian became more confused. 
No one in the department worked overtime! 
They had held the second selection for the winner of the Zero Overtime Competition at the end of the previous month. This time, more than half of the departments won, except Fei Huang Workspace. That was because it had had a particularly busy month, and the staff had ended up working overtime a few days. 
Even Tengda Games, the stubborn department, had shown marked improvement. It had not applied for permission to work overtime last month. 
Based on Tang Yishu's regular reports, nobody was secretly working overtime, too…
All the departments in Tengda's headquarters seemed to be living out the Tengda spirit very well. 
Where was the problem, then? 
Had it been there from the beginning, or had it only appeared when authors started attending lessons on the Tengda spirit? Was that how it affected the other authors? 
If it was the latter, Pei Qian would just have to 'isolate' the authors. Yet, if it was the former…
Pei Qian felt a sharp pain in his head.
He was very confused. On one hand, his already fragile mental state was on the brink of collapse now that he had an additional 25 million yuan to get rid of for no reason. On the other hand, he could not figure out why the various businesses seemed to be improving despite his efforts to encourage his employees to slack more. 
"Boss Pei, if there's nothing else, I'm going to hang up now. I don't want to hold you up," said Ma Yiqun. 
Pei Qian quickly stopped him, breaking his train of thought. "Wait!"
"Er… what else do you need, Boss Pei?" Ma Yiqun asked. 
After pondering for a long time, Pei Qian said through gritted teeth, "Change the way Zhongdian Chinese Network splits revenue. Make it 70-30, where all authors get seventy percent of revenue effective from this month!" 
Pei Qian was going all out now. 
In the long term, this move would probably increase traffic on the website. However, Pei Qian could not bother too much about it now. 
He had to think about this cycle's settlement! 
March's income would increase for sure. The incoming funds would be enough to make Pei Qian want to cough up blood by the end of the month.
Thus, he had to get rid of as much of Zhongdian Chinese Network's income as possible! 
That way, the website's income would immediately fall by forty percent. At the very least, Pei Qian would have millions of yuan less to worry about. 
The best that the System would allow was a 20-80 split, but Pei Qian was afraid that only taking twenty percent of the revenue would invite too many authors. Then, the consequences would be dire. Thus, he stuck with 30-70. 
Although Infinite Chinese Network's split was 50-50, other websites on the market also split revenue 30-70. By following suit, not only would Pei Qian be able to reduce Zhongdian Chinese Network's income, but he would also not raise suspicions. 
Ma Yiqun hesitated, and then said, "Alright, Boss Pei. I understand." 
Obviously, he thought that Boss Pei was continuing to burn money to attract more readers. 
Pei Qian could not be bothered to explain himself. Instead, he allowed Ma Yiqun to conjure up his own explanation. 
After hanging up, Pei Qian felt even more sorrowful. 
Misfortune really never came singly! 
Two days ago, he had been worried about spending ten million yuan. Now, that sum had turned into 25 million yuan! 
Setting up more Upwind Courier stations alone would get rid of five million yuan at most; they took time to set up. Pei Qian had to finish all projects a week before settlement, and trying to set up too many at ones could easily cause problems. 
As for the remaining twenty million yuan… 
Through gritted teeth, Pei Qian decided to invest them all into manufacturing phones for Otto Technologies!


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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News of Zhang Ye was once again carpet bombarding the country!
This was happening for the umpteenth time over the past few days!
"Zhang Ye gets promoted to full professor!"
"China's Youngest Full Professor!"
The youngest math professor in history emerges!"
"Peking University's Astonishing Act!"
"Peking University's Chinese Department confers the title of Associate Professor to Zhang Ye?"
"The first dual department professor in Peking University's history!"
"An unprecedented occurrence: A 25-year-old becomes a full professor!"
"At press time, Peking University has yet to issue a statement!"
A glowing honor has been bestowed onto Zhang Ye!"
"Together with his title of visiting associate professor at Media College, Zhang Ye is perhaps the person with the most professorships in the country!"
The Goof Group blew up.
Ning Lan: "Professor Zhang, time to come out and distribute red packets!"
Xiaodong: "Professor Zhang, time to come out and distribute red packets!"
Huo Dongfang: "Professor Zhang, time to come out and distribute red packets!"
Zhang Ye did not send a one-cent red packet this time, instead giving out a big one!
Amy was the quickest to claim hers and got the highest amount as well. "Wow, thank you, boss!"
Zhang Ye sent a smiley face.
Ning Lan: "Haha, thank you, Professor!"
Xiaodong: "We're rich! Congratulations, Professor Zhang!"
Huo Dongfang: "I've lost count of how many times I've congratulated you these past two days. If we include you being a visiting associate professor at Media College, this is your third professorship title! Not to mention showbiz, even in the academic and education fields, there isn't anyone who has more professorships than you do!"
Zhang Ye sent an embarrassed emoticon and said: "Thanks, everyone."
Xiaodong said in a depressed way, "What's important here is that Teacher Zhang doesn't even conduct any lessons!"
Li Xiaoxian: "Pfft, that's indeed so!"
Xiaodong said wryly: "This is what makes me so speechless. A teacher who doesn't even conduct lessons was actually promoted to a full professor in the Math Department, and an associate professor in the Chinese Department. I don't even know what to say anymore. Thinking back to when I had just graduated, I was thinking of becoming a graduate student, but I didn't manage to make it! But in comparison?"
Fan Wenli: "Congratulations!"
Chen Guang: "Treat us!"
Online.
The netizens also found this to be ironic and ridiculous!
"A full professorship?"
"Impressive!"
"Peking University has really made an exception for him?"
"I feel that Teacher Zhang deserves the full professorship at the Math Department since it was he who solved Dale's Conjecture. But as for the associate professorship over in the Chinese Department? What's with that? Has this guy even been giving any lessons?"
"I think he hasn't been there for a year already!"
"Pfft, that's right!"
"In any case, congratulations to Professor Zhang!"
"Face-smacking Zhang has gained another few titles for his list!"
"If this goes on, no one will be able to stop him in the future!"
"Yeah, Teacher Zhang's qualifications are almost surpassing the Heavens. He's adding on to his titles and protective charms one after another. But what can we say about that? He is really that capable after all!"
"This calls for a celebration!"
"Rejoice and spread the word!"
At home.
Very soon, Zhang Ye received a call from Chang Kaige.
Chang Kaige: the dean of Peking University's Chinese Department.
"Dean Chang." Zhang Ye quickly asked: "What's this about my appointment?"
Chang Kaige said with a laugh: "Are you talking about the title?"
Zhang Ye said: "Yes, I didn't even receive any news about that and I've suddenly become an associate professor?"
Chang Kaige said: "Everyone already knows about your contributions to the cultural world. How many good pieces of work have you come up with over the years? I heard that the textbooks are going through a review and update. Who knows if your essays and poetry might also be included in them this time? So what's the big deal with conferring you the title of associate professor in the Chinese Department? Is that too much for you?"
Zhang Ye said feeling rather awkward: "The important thing here is that I've never really conducted any lessons."
"Giving lessons is not a measure of how knowledgeable one is." Chang Kaige said supportively: "We've long been thinking of appointing you as an associate professor, but the pressure at that time was too great. When you were still around at Peking University, that scolding incident involving the foreign dignitaries had a great effect and caused a lot of anxiety for everyone. So they suppressed and downplayed the incident at that time. But now that you've already been restored to your duties at Peking University and with the momentum brought along by your proof of Dale's Conjecture, the Chinese Department went ahead with the application for you to be appointed as an associate professor. We submitted the application together with Old Pan, and to our surprise, the school heads handled this matter specially and approved of it right away."
Zhang Ye blinked. "The school heads?"
Chang Kaige knew what he was thinking. He advised: "That affair happened so long ago. They suspended you from duty because they had no choice. So you should understand how it is by now? Other than a few people, whether they are the school heads, teachers, or students, they all of see you as one of our own. Therefore, don't feel so bad about it anymore. If you're free, come back often to have a look around and teach some classes. Besides, I believe that the school heads approved of your appointment to associate professor mainly because they also wanted to make it up to you for that time."
That decision back then to suspend Zhang Ye had caused a very great difference of opinions!
Some teachers thought that Peking University had handled it well and that a teacher who led students to scold others should definitely be suspended. Some teachers felt that it wasn't the right thing to do as Zhang Ye had contributed a lot to Peking University after all. Besides, he had done it for the students while the Japanese dignitaries had also behaved quite idiotically. They were at fault in the first place. After Zhang Ye's departure, this incident died down gradually. It wasn't until the incident at the previous student recruitment exercise that everyone was reminded of Zhang Ye's good side again.
If it weren't for him, those college entrance exam scholars would all have been taken away by Tsinghua University! It was Zhang Ye who came charging and smashing cars, snatching the students back while bearing the brunt of the scolding! At that moment, a lot of the teachers and school heads who did not used to like Zhang Ye no longer had any reason to speak ill of him!
The way he handled that incident was very generous and chivalrous!
He was dedicated to Peking University!
Zhang Ye immediately said: "Dean Chang, please don't say that. That incident was down to my personal behavior, and I know that I didn't act in the right way. But I've said what I've said, and even if it happens again, I would still scold them all over again. I've never spoken badly about our Peking University in any situation before, so why would I want to blame them for anything then? Am I such a petty person?"
Chang Kaige nodded in agreement. "Then I have no worries."
Zhang Ye smiled and said: "In any case, thank you."
"There's no need to thank me, I didn't do much at all." Chang Kaige said: "Teacher Su and Old Zeng are always talking about you. Find a day when you're free and let's meet up someday."
Zhang Ye said: "Let's not wait for someday. We should go with the flow rather than try to force things. Let me treat everyone tonight!"
Chang Kaige replied: "Alright, then we must definitely have something good since you're treating!"
"No problem!" Zhang Ye said happily: "I'll invite Dean Pan and the others as well then?"
Chang Kaige said: "You're the boss! We'll show up as long as you invite us!"
Zhang Ye said: "Sure!"
For such a happy occasion, Zhang Ye definitely had to treat everyone. He immediately made some calls and invited several teachers from the Math Department and other departments of Peking University that he knew. Whether it was Su Na or Professor Zeng, he hadn't seen them all in a very long time. Now that he could meet them again, they definitely had to enjoy a good meal together!
…
On the same night.
At midnight.
The Celebrity Rankings Index was updated!
Zhang Ye's name was still clearly at the number one spot of the A-list rankings. He did not budge from it at all while the gap between second place was slowly widening! The validation of the proof to the mathematical conjecture had really come at the right time. It allowed Zhang Ye to gain a proper foothold on his shaky popularity and helped him sit firmly at the number one spot. It seemed like it would be very difficult for him to fall off from there in the short term unless Ning Lan and the other person were to experience a similar explosion in popularity like Zhang Ye had today!
But how many Zhang Yes were there in the entertainment industry?
What he had done was not something that just anyone could replicate!


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

The problem with the Chinese Arts Association was over. Besides some news about it online, nothing much was being reported about it.
What made everyone curious was that the President of the Chinese Arts Association actually took the initiative to apologize and that stunned everyone.
Meanwhile, Lin Fan's fans were ecstatic. The more powerful their idol seemed to be, the happier they became.
A few days later.
At Cloud Street.
Zhao Ming Qing had left Shanghai for a few days and his chosen destination was the mountainous regions of Yunnan.
In the mountainous regions of Yunnan.
Zhao Ming Qing came out of a torn and tattered wooden house. He wasn't wearing the same thing as what he would wear in Shanghai. His clothes were a little torn and he wore a pair of cloth shoes. They were stained with mud. He certainly walked through several treacherous paths.
"It's okay, you don't have to send me. Lie in bed and continue resting. Take your medicine regularly and you will recover soon," Zhao Ming Qing said and smiled. Qiu Jie and Zhang Tong Tong were with him. They carried their suitcases and came to the mountainous regions together. They only brought the important tools.
Zhao Ming Qing's Chinese medical skills were powerful. He was able to use acupuncture with Chinese Medicine to treat illnesses. At the same time, he provided free medical treatment. He would pay for those villagers that were in difficult situations and didn't charge them any money.
With Zhao Ming Qing's abilities, his children had all become adults with their own careers. He was the Director of Shanghai's First Chinese Medical Academy and his salary was pretty good. He had quite a lot of savings and he could afford to pay for them.
Qiu Jie and Zhang Tong Tong were full of hope for Chinese Medicine after the free voluntary medical booth that time. Although they came to a mountainous region, they reaped a lot of benefits. They finally understood the deep meaning behind their jobs.
"Thank you, Doctor Zhao." A farmer said. She had some problems with her lungs and she was coughing non-stop. Sometimes, she would even cough out blood. However, since Zhao Ming Qing came here, her illness had improved significantly.
Initially, she didn't really trust these strangers but she later realized that they were good people.
The head villager welcomed Zhao Ming Qing and the others warmly. He even arranged for a special accommodation for them.
The village was occupied by mostly the elderly and young children. When they knew that a doctor came to give free treatment, they were ecstatic; especially since the doctor was highly skilled.
Zhao Ming Qing smiled, "You don't have to send us off, you can return home."
The old villager didn't return home. She just stood there and watched Zhao Ming Qing and the others leave.
As they walked a distance away, Zhao Ming Qing turned back and waved goodbye. Then, the villager slowly made her way back home.
Zhao Ming Qing said, "This time, you guys have to learn as much as you can. The most important thing about Chinese Medicine is to be grounded. At the same time, no matter what status you hold in the future, you should never forget these values."
Qiu Jie and Zhang Tong Tong nodded, "We will remember it."
They felt extremely blessed to be able to be with the Director and he was willing to teach them valuable lessons. These were lessons that they would never be able to learn from the books.
Ding ding!
His mentor called and Zhao Ming Qing picked up.
"Ming Qing, how're things at Yunnan?
Zhao Ming Qing replied, "Teacher, everything is fine. The quality of healthcare here is low. They don't even have doctors here. I feel that we might have to stay here for a longer period of time."
"Oh, no problem. Please take care. If you encounter anything that you can't resolve, inform me. I will be there as soon as possible."
After hearing that, Zhao Ming Qing was moved, "Alright, noted, teacher."
Zhao Ming Qing felt lucky to have met a teacher like Lin Fan. He helped him in every step of the way and at the same time, he was very concerned about him. He felt that besides his marriage with his wife, this was the most joyous occurrence in his life.
They hung up.
Qiu Jie said, "Director, did Master Lin call?"
Zhao Ming Qing nodded, "Yeah. Alright, let's go to the next house."
After a short while.
When the three of them reached the entrance of the village, they saw a group of people with suitcases that were filled with medicine. They didn't look like locals and they looked more like volunteers.
The head villager looked at Zhao Ming Qing and walked over, "Doctor Zhao, where are you heading to?"
Zhao Ming Qing smiled, "We're prepared to go to the next village. Who are these people?"
The head villager smiled, "Doctor Zhao, let me introduce you to them. This is Doctor Di and the others are volunteers. Doctor Di is from a big hospital somewhere and is here to treat our illnesses."
"America."
The head villager nodded, "Right, right, America. They're Americans."
Zhao Ming Qing looked at them. The leader of the team was a dark-skinned elderly Caucasian. He was wearing about the same clothes as them. Although it was clean, his pants were filled with mud stains. It was obvious that he walked through a lot of muddy paths to reach the place.
Doctor Di looked at Zhao Ming Qing curiously and stretched out his hand. He said, "Hi, I am Di Jia Nuo from America. I studied cardiology in America and I brought some volunteers to the mountainous regions in China to treat illnesses."
Zhao Ming Qing smiled, "Hi, Doctor Di. I am Zhao Ming Qing from Shanghai. I specialize in Chinese Medicine and I'm glad to be here to meet all of you."
When they both heard that they were doctors, they were more open about sharing. Doctor Di said passionately, "The mythical Chinese Medicine. When I was in America, I studied it briefly. Some of the knowledge is profound and deep. Are you guys here as volunteers too?"
"Yeah, we just arrived yesterday," Zhao Ming Qing said.
Doctor Di said passionately, "Doctor Zhao, we are all volunteers. Let's explore together. Our aim is to walk through all the mountainous regions of Yunnan…"
Zhao Ming Qing smiled.
Both of them were doctors and they were volunteers too. They clicked immediately. What made Zhao Ming Qing curious was that there were Caucasians that came to China's mountainous regions to treat illnesses.
The fusion of Chinese and Western medicine was something that Zhao Ming Qing wanted to witness.
Especially since his mentor was awesome in both Chinese and Western medicine. This sparked Zhao Ming Qing's interest in Western Medicine too.
The head villager smiled as he witnessed them talking to each other. He felt that they were in luck to be treated by these voluntary doctors.
At Cloud Street.
Lin Fan was scrolling through his phone.
Then, he frowned.
The news online.
'International Arts Exhibition, Korean artist, Okamoto Tenji and Jin Cheng Guo belittled Chinese Arts. They feel that Chinese Arts would be the least popular in the upcoming International Arts Exhibition.'
The impact of the news was great. Those that didn't understand Chinese Arts also joined in the discussion.
It even developed into an argument between the countries.


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

"Sir, we will not come tomorrow since you know the students of Delhi Public School have their annual function tomorrow so we too will take it as a holiday, that's it!" Mr. Officer's choice, a spontaneously witty and quite a smug type guy, said this to the management department's lady in the tution.

Now, who could deny the idea of a holiday?

In the school, whenever the teacher has not come and students become crazy chattering as if they have not met for years, and he senses that our witchy principal can arrive at any moment and will punish everyone, he shouts "oyee, keep quite" and every single student in the class turns to him. The shout is similar to that made by the actor in the advertisement of officer's choice beer, hence his name.

But I don't know why Vaish was stuck by psychosis, she called me and shrishti and ruby to tution classes. And, of course, when we reached there, we had no one but our physics teacher. And unfortunately we asked him to help us out from our doubts. Vaish and ruby took almost half of an hour to understand the basic principles behind magnetic flux, though I asked sir to explain it to me. 

Our physics teacher has such a cute face, he looks so damn handsome and cute both at once. I was wondering this during the lessons, I had the lessons by heart, more than anyone else could have. But I can't stop myself looking at him, and I've told you the reason, especially when he was sitting really close, we were on the first bench for the first time.

"Are you Muslim?" I asked wonderingly.

"What??..why? No I'm not!" He replied, quite a bit surprised. Ohh..!!! He looks so damn cute when he's surprised.

"But you looks so much like a muslim"

"Well, I've heard this before, I can understand, needa shave my moustache and then I'll be more than similar" he said shying and of course he again looked so damn cute.

We usually have a 2 hour class but, our physics teacher left us within ½hour, he must be bored of stuffing every principle in our brain it was like using a toilet brush. Damn! 

We all came on our bicycle except for shrishti. So we decided to leave for Vaish's house and before that we can have some street food, though no one of us had a single penny. We dragged our three bicycles out of the tution stand with shrishti sitting upon my carrier, to the street food stand. Last time we were there on shrishti's birthday and the boy gave us a bonus for free at last, another plate of 'Chat' as a gift for her from him. This time we told him that we'll pay for the snakes any other day, since no one had money. He agreed happily, he's such a nice person, perhaps the best 'Pani Puri wala' in the world and so friendly and generous, I tell you he deserves much more than being just a snack seller.

"Can anyone eat Chinese oranges?" 

Vaish freaked out laughing.

"I don't thing Chinese boobs will be different"

" This time I meant to the edible orange vaish" I said amusingly.

" Well it's good you never asked me to taste Chinese banana or I was as good as dead" she said and laughed even more that her stomach began to hurt.

This is one of our codes, dirty one, oranges means boobs and bananas means, yeah you guessed it, penis!

"I challenge you! You cannot even eat a single orange out of that Chinese oranges tree, I think it's hybrid and not Chinese, anyways!" 

The nursery department is serious about its rules and I thought they won't let us in. 

" Umm...can we enter?" Vaish asked after five minutes of our state of confusion about whether we should enter or not. 

They however asked us to remain in the safe areas and not to disturb the snakes nearby. I rushed to the rabbits reared by them, and then to the fish tank. 

We rushed to the oranges in the left and since there were so many of them I plucked one and put it in my bag.

We enjoyed the views going deeper in the nursery even though we were not allowed, no one was watching us but Vaish remained out since she is afraid of snakes. We kept on exploring it and shrishti found a plant which she thought her mother will be pleased to see, she uprooted it for her. It's allowed. 

"Do you guys want to taste Chinese oranges?" The Gardner asked us and pointed to the orange orchard. We rushed there, plucked miniature oranges and stuffed them in our mouths. But within a second, all began vomitting the oranges out. And stared.

"What? I told you it's a challenge!" I told them.

I grabbed the oranges from them and stuffed it into my mouth, eating it.

They were all surprised.
"It's not possible! They're so sour and bit bitter. How can you eat them?" Shrishti asked me.

"They're best for me" I replied.

who can't bear pain?

one who is use to it or the one who is new to it? 

obliviously, the later one.

her heart is delicate and never she has seen a painful side of her life. She fell in love and fell from love because he left and she had no contact with him . also she is not sure if he liked her back. in fact she thinks it's the opposite.

maybe, she falls again but this time she's afraid. Her delicate heart is getting harder. 

from a noob she became a pro player in this game, just to defend her and not to play with others life.

He can't really put his real name, it would attract attention considering he's the only one in this world with such a "strange" name. Caressing his chin, he wasted a lot of time trying to think of a perfect name but soon gave up on that.

"Whatever, any chinese name works." He saw that there was a rectangular piece of wood and a bit of ink besides it near the cave entrance, obviously to write his name.

"Hmmm, name, name..." Noah wrote the first thing that came to his head at the time. For some reason, Noah is able to write, read and speak this world language like it was English.

"This name, isn't it a bit... Ah whatever, they won't care." The name was 'Long Ding'. If we look into the chinese meaning of it, it means something like 'Dragon Nail'. It also really resembles something not too pleasant in English just by changing the last letter... Noah just put the wood above the cave entrance with no care, no one knows English here anyway.

'Now what should i do.. Ah yeah, i rembember they saying to come to the center of the place after choosing the cavern' Noah suddenly remembered that and walked towards the center of.... Whatever this place was.

In the center of the place, there was  crowd of what Noah thinks as outer sect disciples. They were surrounding a man with eager expressions. The man don't showed any expression on his face and they were waiting for something, probabily the other outer sect disciples. Some minutes later, the man finally spoke.

"Greetings, I'm Elder Zhao and i'm responsible for your lessons this time. Since there are a lot of new disciples, i will explain what's happening." He soon explained everything for the new disciples. According to him, there are public lessons for the outer sect every two weeks. The lessons are obviously about cultivation and sometimes about martial techniques.

"Since there are some people new to the cultivation world, i'll explain the cultivation realms." The majority were simply ignoring this part because it was common sense for them, but there were some village boys that had few contacts with the outside world listening with attention. Same with Noah.

"There are three cultivation realms, Mortal Realm,Immortal Realm and Celestial Realm. Every realm has nine stages and their own special characteristics. You all only need to focus in the Mortal Realm for now." Noah was sure that there were more than just three realms of cultivation, and they were probabily hiding it from then or really just don't know it.

"There are some people here who already started cultivating before entering the sect and already are at the Mortal Realm stage one, but since the majority of the ones here don't, i'll explain how to cultivate." Noah started paying even more attention.

"Cultivation in the Mortal Realm is simple, you just need to guide the Spirit Qi in the air to your body, strengthening every part of it. The higher your natural talent, the easier it is to absorb the Spirit Qi." Noah finally understood what inborn talent does.

"The strength of someone is not limited by their cultivation realm only, learning martial arts makes you able to surpass the limit of your realm sometimes. A situation where a cultivator beats someone one stage higher than then is rare but not impossible" Noah had a feeling that Mr. Protagonist Xiao Long was going to change that "rare but not impossible". Elder Zhang spoke a bit more of uninteresting stuff and said one last thing before exiting,

"You guys can go to the sect martials arts pavillion for learning martial techniques, the prices of rent varies but since is the first time there, you can rent a  Mortal Rank martial technique of for free for a week." Noah was very interested in that.

A certain boy wakes up to find himself in a cultivation world,with no cheats whatsover. The only advantage he has is.... everyone is lacking QI.

 (There's another novel in this site with the exact same content, but because i forgot my email, i can't enter it so i am reposting it in another account)

Jia Siwen was tickled with anger, but was helpless with the system. If it wasn't for the system, he wouldn't have everything now.
"Forget it, let's try it first." Jia Siwen said dejectedly.
....
There was nothing wrong in the morning. Jia Siwen stayed in the office all morning, but when he went to lunch, he met Wu Yalin.
 Wu Yalin looked at Jia Siwen from afar as if he was about to eat people.
And Jia Siwen smiled at him, as if nothing happened.
Wu Yalin's lungs are about to explode. He stared at Jia Siwen fiercely and said coldly: "Well, you Jia Siwen, you wait for me, I must make you go around without eating!"
When Jia Siwen had a meal and was about to sit down, Wang Qiaoan sat down opposite him with the food.
He was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Wang Qiaoan to be so bold. After all, this is a public place. Wang Qiaoan would not sit and eat with a male teacher in the past, but today it is so abnormal. People with a discerning eye can see what is coming.
Wang Qiaoan glanced at Jia Siwen and said faintly: "It was like that last night, don't you want to be responsible?"
 Jia Siwen was messed up in an instant, but he had been cultivating last night, the conscience of heaven and earth, he didn't do anything yet!
Seeing Jia Siwen's bitter face, Wang Qiaoan smiled and said, "I am teasing you!"
Jia Siwen looked at Wang Qiaoan helplessly and said, "Auntie, you scared me to death."
"Well, I'll tell you business, I would like to invite you to come to our class for an open class." Wang Qiaoan stared at Jia Siwen and said.
"Public class?!"
As soon as he heard this word, Jia Siwen's eyes lit up. Isn't this dozing off and encountering a pillow?
The task is to take the open class. He is worried that he can't find the open class. Now Wang Qiao'an has sent the open class directly.
 Wang Qiaoan nodded and said, "When you gave your classmates a lesson, you performed very well. The classmates liked your class very much, so I really want you to have another class. I want to know the process of your class. ."
Jia Siwen nodded and said: "No problem, but the way I go to class is very simple. Are you sure you want to watch my class process?"
"Yes!" Wang Qiaoan nodded firmly and said, "I have already said to the Chinese teachers in several other classes. In the afternoon, I invite you to teach the students in Class 8 and let everyone listen. If your class is good , Then learn from you!"
Jia Siwen smiled bitterly and said; "Let a group of Chinese teachers learn Chinese from a physical education teacher? You really can figure it out, you are not afraid that they say you have a brain problem?"
"Of course not. Although they are dubious, they are still willing to come and listen." Wang Qiaoan said seriously.
"If this is the case, then I would be more respectful than fate. In the afternoon, I will give my classmates an open class." Jia Siwen said with a smile.
....
The afternoon came quickly. Just after Jia Siwen gave the classmates physical education, he took the classmates back to the classroom.
In the classroom, the electric fans and air conditioners are fully turned on, but they still cannot reduce the temperature of the students.
Xu Dawei, a classmate of Class 8, took a book as a fan, and fanned himself frantically.
"I'm going, it's so hot! By the way, the tigress of Class 7 in the next session said that he would invite a teacher to give us an open class? Actually there are teachers who dare to come to our class for an open class? How dare you? It's pretty big." Xu Dawei said with a sneer.
 Class leader Lin Feng smiled. Once there was a teacher who came to give them an open class for eight classes. As a result, no classmates spoke in his class during the class. He sang a one-man show all by himself, and the results can be imagined.
Later, no teacher was willing to give public classes to Class 8 anymore, until now.
"It's been a long time since I took public classes. I hope this teacher is more interesting, otherwise don't blame me for not giving him face." Xu Dawei said with a smile.
"Cut, if you are a beautiful teacher, I think you must be more serious than anyone else." Lin Feng scolded with a smile.
Soon, one by one the teachers walked in from the outside with chairs in their hands and sat in the last row of the classroom.
The class bell rang quickly, and the classmates also sat in their seats.
Lin Feng took a look and saw that there was a teacher sitting on the podium. This teacher walked in directly after class. After coming in, he had been playing on his mobile phone and had no intention of communicating with them.
Lin Feng smiled disdainfully, and stood up and said angrily: "The one above, we are in class. This is an open class. You can quickly make a position. Don't wait for the teacher to come and have no position. It's embarrassing."
"Hahahaha..."
The students below suddenly made a burst of laughter, and they looked at Jia Siwen one by one, with sarcasm smiles in their eyes.
The Chinese teacher in Class 8 shook his head helplessly when they saw this. The students in Class 8 were like rascals and did not obey the teacher's discipline at all. No matter what methods the teacher uses, they still go their own way and want to eat. Just eat, play cards, chat and chat!
 The other teachers frowned when they saw it.
They knew that this group of students in Class 8 was a group of thorns, but they didn't expect it to be so difficult to deal with! As soon as the class started, I wanted to give Jia Siwen a good start.
They are already a little worried about how Jia Siwen should go to class next.
Jia Siwen raised his head, put his phone on the podium, stood up and smiled and said, "Haha, classmates, I am the teacher who gave you the public class, my name is Jia Siwen."
"Huh? Aren't you the physical education teacher of Class 7? Why did you come to give us Chinese lessons? Funny? A physical education teacher will also take Chinese lessons?" one of the boys who looked like a monkey said strangely.
"That is, the physical education teacher is here to teach us Chinese? Don't be funny, what is the tigress in Class 7 doing? Want to delay our grades?" Another fat man put his cheek in one hand and said disdainfully.
"Don't go to public classes, the physical education teacher will go to the office to stay, but then the impact of the college entrance examination, let the physical education teacher waste our time, who can afford it?" A tall man with glasses sitting in the last row Sneered.
Wang Qiaoan, who was sitting in the back preparing to attend the class, heard that someone dared to call himself a tigress. He immediately got up and walked in front of the fat man with anger, and shouted, "You stand up for me!"
The fat man listened, stood up slowly, staring at Wang Qiao'an and said, "What are you doing? Is there anything to do? Go away when there is nothing to do, don't disturb me to rest! It's really annoying!"

The mediocre teacher Jia Siwen has obtained the spike system and becomes a god-level teacher!

The students led by them became the top students in the college entrance examination, won the mathematics Olympiad, and the international competition made our country famous!

The following students are the most grateful and favorite teacher-Jia Siwen!

I have a showdown: I really am a physical education teacher!

Feeling incredibly tired, Song Yuna spent her usual day at the practice room on a Saturday.
During weekdays, she attended school from eight AM to 4 PM. And after, she goes to her company and has self-management classes for an hour that starts at 6 PM, voice lessons for two hours, and dance lessons for two hours. Her classes finished at exactly eleven PM with the other idol trainees like her.
But today was not the typical day for Yuna. It was announced that she was included in the final lineup that the company has to debut in one hundred days.
Yuna could not contain her happiness when she heard the news and was appointed as the leader of the future idol group, "Evergreen."
Even the name for her felt elegant and sophisticated; she did not even want to tarnish the group's reputation.
D-100 before their official debut date. Yuna finally ended the darkest tunnel in her life and saw the light that will save her. She has not sacrificed her youth for anything at all. Other students at her age have been preparing for their college entrance exam; Yuna has never experienced a good life as a teen approaching her twenties.
Ever since she became a trainee four years ago, she had not been on any school trips and spent most of her time in the basement practicing songs and dances, wondering when she would be able to debut.
"Song Yuna," A soft voice suddenly called Yuna's name, and she tensed up. Yuna was so lost in her thought process that she forgot she was meeting up with her best friend, Min Harin. 
Turning her head, Yuna greeted Harin with a slight wave of her hand and smiled, "Harin! It's great to see you!" She continued, "I have good news and bad news! Which one would you prefer to know first?"
Harin looked too cute and adorable for Yuna. She was petite and wore comfy clothes; a long-sleeved white sweater and denim jeans. A bob cut hair with see-through bangs suited Harin's face the most, as she has always been popular with men due to her small stature and cute nature.
Opposite Harin, Yuna has always been tall among her peers. At a towering height of 168 cm, she had equally nice proportions with her body. Her talents and confidence made her pass the audition as a trainee in one of Korea's best idol companies.
For Hardin, she has been friends with Yuna for a long time, ever since they were in elementary school. Even though they were both pretty, she always felt inferior next to Yuna. Yuna seemed to be almost better than her in terms of school, family, friends and popularity.
But both of them treated each other equally and cared for each other. After all, the group was close enough that they almost knew every secret that the other person has. They treat each other as best friends.
"I want to know the bad news first, then," Harin replied as she gazed at Yuna, lifting her chin higher due to Yuna's tall stature. "Bad news, then, good news. Give me all of that because I am ready!"
Snickering in amusement, Yuna acted like she was really sad about certain news and frowned. "Okay. The bad news is that I think this will be the last time that I can personally hangout with you, Harin."
"What? Why?" Harin scowled as she could not believe what Yuna just said.
Instead of frowning, Yuna then smiled from ear to ear, removing the tense atmosphere created earlier. "It is because I am finally making my debut as an idol one hundred days from now!"
A surprised look plastered on Harin's face. Certainly, she did not expect her best friend to debut so soon! She instantly became happy for her and started jumping, "Woah! I am so happy and proud of you, Yuna! You deserve that!"
"Thanks, Harin!" Yuna leaned in towards Harin, aiming for a hug. "You are the first one who got to know that! You should be honored!"
"Yes, I am honored, Song Yuna," Harin joked as she chuckled. "Now, why don't we enter the national museum  for me to accomplish my goal too and enter a prestigious university in Seoul?"
"Oh, right," Yuna awkwardly laughed. She remembered how both of them were standing just a few meters away from the national museum entrance. Not to mention her trendy outfit does not even match the place. She wore a fashionable black bra underneath her black see-through cropped shirt, high-waist baggy hip hop pants, and black leather shoes that fit her hip and trendy outfit. It was nighttime, and it was the first time that the national museum was open for the public at this hour.
It did not look like she would go to a museum. It was as if she was going to a club or anywhere to dance.
"Don't you think I will look out of place?" Yuna asked Harin as she pointed out her outfit, "I don't think I will suit the library."
"What do you mean by that?" Harin looked at Yuna from head to toe, scolding her as a response. "You are wearing clothes; it doesn't matter. All of us have freedom of expression. Now, you have to go inside the library and accompany me to study for two hours!"
It was the weekend, and luckily, she finished all of her lessons at six and had a simple vegetable salad for dinner. That was the reason why she could fulfill her promise and accompany Harin to the museum. 
"Okay, okay, I understand", Yuna raised both of her hands as he wanted to come across that she agreed.
The two young women entered the museum. Yuna gaped; the museum was big enough when it was located in the downtown area. There were three huge 13 meter-tall bookshelves filled with over 50,000 books and magazines combined with the museum. Her jaw dropped, and she exclaimed, "Wow, I have never been here."
"That's great then," Harin grabbed Yuna's hand, approached the nearest bookshelf, and started looking for some books. "Yuna, your company made you study the Chinese language, right?"
A smile plastered on Harin's face seeing how fascinated Yuna was with the library. Other people stared at her with a judging look on their faces. It was not because Yuna came from the countryside, she lived her life in Seoul, but she could not go to different places such as this one as she spent most of her time as a young teenager helping her mom's kimbap restaurant later on becoming an idol trainee.
Harin even had the opportunity to go to several cram schools, but Yuna managed to study independently.
"That's great then," Harin grabbed Yuna's hand, approached the nearest bookshelf, and started looking for some books. "Yuna, your company made you study the Chinese language, right?"
"Yes, I have Chinese, Japanese and English certifications. Why do you ask?" Yuna asked as she started looking for an unknown book. "Wait, why am I even looking for something?"
"Wow, trainees get those lessons?" Harin shook her head disapprovingly. "Good thing your company does not impose trainee debt or else, you won't even earn money one year after debut."
"I know, other small companies implement trainee debts," Yuna replied, seemingly thankful about her situation. Some popular idols revealed they did not earn a single cent three years after debut."
This time, it was Harin's turn to gasp."What? Certainly, I did not expect that."
"Nothing is easy," Yuna trailed off as she looked at one certain spot in the bookshelf. The atmosphere reminded her of her beginning as a trainee. She received love and energy but sadness and loneliness at the same time. And later on, she gained friends, and her momentum was already balanced. "Small companies can be a gamble because of money investments, while big companies have the biggest competition." Snapping herself back to reality, Yuna ended up turning her head t look at Harin. "Enough of this talk, haha. Can I ask you about what kind of book you are planning to find?"
"Korean mythologies related to the white tiger," Harin answered with a smile. "I heard that I could enhance my knowledge about language, art and history by reading a book and going to look at paintings," Harin old Yuna as she started looking for several books among the shelves in Korean literature. Finally, grabbing a book of her choice, Harin seemed to be not satisfied with it. "I am trying to find anything related to the book and painting because my instructor made us write something about Chinese characters in paintings,"
"I see, but I don't think it's going to make learning Art and History easier, though; you do know that when King Sejeong did not invent Hangul, the Korean Alphabet, they all had to learn Chinese characters in it," Yuna muttered to herself. Her voice quivered as Harin looked like she was very determined to learn anything. "Are you willing to learn Chinese characters too?
Suddenly, an old lady who looked like she was familiar with the four corners of the wall in this huge library spoke. "I know where that painting is located at."
"Really, ma'am?" Yuna politely asked as the older woman, furrowing her brows, indicating how serious she became. "Can you tell us where?"
 
"I can only point it out to you, but I can't go there." The old lady replied with a sophisticated smile. She looked like she was already in her 60's, and yet she looked incredibly beautiful. 
There was something about her that made the atmosphere strange. It was not creepy, and it was not scary either. The library with minimal noise suddenly turned quiet, as if they were the only people left in the library. Yuna felt drawn towards the old lady's charm.
A gold-plated white tiger pendant necklace caught her attention. She remembered how back or the white tigers symbolized the Korean people in history. It was considered a mythical creature. Yuna did not know what was on her mind, but she thought how the white tigers must have been lonely throughout their lifetime. Little did Yuna know that white tigers were already extinct in this lifetime.
The old lady became silent and only observed the two youngsters in front of her. It was as if she was assessing them from head to toe and thought to herself, 'Who among them will replace me as the priestess who will summon the white tiger?'
"Where is it, ma'am?" This time, Harin's turn to ask, pressing the old lady even more so that she can start studying with Yuna. "I really have to pass my tests."
"I understand," The old lady replied and gracefully smiled. Her body turned towards the northwest and pointed at the second floor. "There is a book called 'Four Guardians' there, and if you read basic Chinese Mandarin, you can find the book easily."
"Thank you!" Harin replied as she hastily went over to the escalator and rode it enthusiastically.
Before Yuna could take a step forward, she thought it would be a little bit disrespectful to leave directly, so she bowed her head and said, "Thank you!"
"The one who wants to wear the crown must bear its weight." The old lady muttered in her breath.
"Y-yes?"
Instinctively, Yuna did not know why the old lady said that. Was it implied to her?
"Keep that in mind, young lady," The old lady grinned as she turned her back away from her. She looked elegant in her traditional outfit. That was the reason why the old lady seemed so refined and sophisticated. She slowly walked like there was something on her head, and her choice of words was very dramatic.
For a moment, Yuna questioned how the other people did not stare at the woman weirdly. It is not common for older women to go to a library and dress in traditional outfits, right?
Well, no one has scolded her for wearing a cropped top and a very hip and trendy outfit inside a library.
So, it was almost like a free world. A democratic world wherein you can choose to wear whatever you wanted and no one will judge you.
Ha, that is impossible.
With a light and floaty feeling, Yuna started to go to where Harin was. When she arrived, Yuna found out Harin was scanning another history book. The bookshelves on the second floor were organized, and there were not a lot of people present.
It was obvious that not a lot of people come to the area. Realizing that she was now curious about the book Harin mentioned, she went on a full rampage mode to find where the book was.
But as she was wandering around the room, it suddenly felt chilly. Winter finally left, and the spring has finally come, but it seemed like the night was still cold as well. Yuna always hated the cold and preferred the weather between May and June.
Then she finally found the white tiger painting that the old lady pointed out. Yuna was about to call Harin to look at the painting; she heard a voice calling out for her name. It does not seem like Yuna thought it was calling her name, so she ended up staring at the masterpiece in front of her.
Kim Hong-do's painting depicted a tiger under a pine tree, whose trunks are painted in bold strokes that make it a superb representation of a pine tree.
 It was regarded as the finest tiger paintings among those produced for appreciation during the Joseon period. The painting depicted the tiger coming down from the mountain, facing the front, a device that enhanced the majesty of the tiger, the king of beasts. Along with the tiger in the refined and vivid style of court artists, it presented the idea of the Joseon tiger painting.
A blinding white light was emitted from the painting. Closing her eyes, Yuna made sure she was not hallucinating in any way because of the sudden change of the environment and background.

"I seek the strength, beauty, and spiritual power of the white tiger to be released in myself."

Song Yuna is an idol trainee in one of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea. With only 100 days left before her debut, she accompanied her best friend to the national library to study. Yuna discovered an interesting painting that came from the Joseon era, 'Tiger under a Bamboo Tree', she transmigrated inside the painting and found herself trapped in the year 918.

In order to go back to her world, she became the appointed priestess and was tasked to find the six celestial knights who will summon the White Tiger of the East with her to unify the three kingdoms of Goryeo, Baekje and Silla!

Obviously, she has to keep herself pure and virgin as the vessel of the celestial being, but she found herself falling in love with one of her celestial knights!

Will she be able to finish her mission or will she be trapped in the world created by the unknown?


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This is my first entry for Webnovel's Spirity 2021! Hope you guys can support me! Thanks!

The cover is not mine but edited by me. Call me to your attention if it's yours and you want me to take it down.

Ps. FL is still young but scheming. She is a little bit stubborn,, rational, logical and a fashionista at heart.

On Sunday, Xia Ruya invited Ning Shuqian to Floral Lingo Pavilion for a beauty facial and spa. The two agreed to meet there.
Xia Ruya arrived way before Ning Shuqian did. While flipping through the beauty magazines on display at the beauty parlor, she chanced upon an advertisement which read: "We'll be introducing a new series of Traditional Chinese Medicine imperial products that were widely popular during the ancient times. Treat your skin to a pleasant and 100% natural Traditional Chinese Medicine experience here at Floral Lingo Pavilion! Please stay tuned!" 
The advertisement had piqued her interest. She knew of an experienced Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner who had concocted a type of medicated cream that had wound-healing and skin-whitening effects. Unfortunately, it could not be used regularly like a cosmetic product. However, the experienced Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner told her that ancient beauty secrets and techniques were far more potent than those of today. 
She asked the service assistant curiously, "When are the Traditional Chinese Medicine products and treatments going to be launched?"
"I'm not too sure, but they'll probably be launched before the end of this year!" answered the unsure service assistant.
Xia Ruya nodded. She was not worried about the quality of the products since Floral Lingo Pavilion was a world-class beauty parlor. Hence, she decided to try the Traditional Chinese Medicine products and treatments once they were launched. 
Ning Shuqian strutted into the parlor gracefully with her purse in hand. Xia Ruya hurriedly placed the magazine back onto the bookshelf and walked towards her gleefully. "Aunt Ning, you're here."
Ning Shuqian held her hand and said, "Sorry to have made you wait!" 
Ning Shuqian's cheeks were rosy and her skin was radiant. She seemed to be extremely fresh and energized, too. Clearly, she had been living rather comfortably of late.
"Aunt Ning, you're glowing and you look great! You've already fully recovered, haven't you?" Xia Ruya asked smilingly, seemingly genuinely happy for her.
Ning Shuqian was hospitalized after Wen Xinya was admitted to the hospital. Uncle Wen had been beaten into a pulp, too. However, the culprit still had not been found. She did not believe that Wen Xinya was innocent. 
Ning Shuqian sat down on the chair and said, "I'm so heartened to see how concerned you are about my health. You visited me at the hospital every day when I was injured and even called me regularly to check up on my situation after I was discharged. You're so much more meticulous than Yuya." 
Feeling a little shy, Xia Ruya said, "You treated me like your own when I was staying with the Wen Family previously. Hence, it's only right that I show you more concern on Yuya's behalf, now that she's away."
"You're just so kindhearted!" Ning Shuqian exclaimed in gratification, extremely touched by her words. During her hospitalization, she had indeed missed her daughter who was abroad very dearly. She only felt much more comforted after chatting with Xia Ruya regularly over the phone.
Trying to change the subject, Xia Ruya said, "By the way, Aunt Ning, how's your recovery going? Will there be any repercussions?"
Ning Shuqian answered with a grin, "The recovery is going well and the doctor said that there's no major problem. There'll be a scar, though. Fortunately, it's not too obvious and can be concealed with some makeup."
Xia Ruya quickly grabbed the magazine that she had been reading earlier on and flipped to the advertisement which caught her attention. "Aunt Ning, Floral Lingo Pavilion is going to be launching a new series of Traditional Chinese Medicine beauty products. I heard that they can reduce scars. You should really give them a try once they're launched. Perhaps, they might be effective!" 
Ning Shuqian took the magazine from her hands and perused the content carefully before saying, "The effects of the ancient beauty serum that Floral Lingo Pavilion had launched previously were truly amazing. Their new products should be very effective, too. Let's try them together when they're launched."
Xia Ruya nodded smilingly. 
Ning Shuqian opted for a full-body beauty treatment while Xia Ruya opted for an essential oil massage.
The two of them continued to chat endlessly while lying on the beds. 
"How has Yuya been? I haven't been able to chat with her much lately because I've been busy with preparations for the school's anniversary celebrations," said Xia Ruya sluggishly.
"She's still the same. She seems to have matured a lot, however," said Ning Shuqian, whose spirits were dampened at the thought of her daughter who was in M Nation. She still bore a strong grudge against Wen Xinya.
"Oh, that's great!" said Xia Ruya, who decided to change the topic after sensing the tinge of sadness in her voice. 
Ning Shuqian couldn't help but feel terribly upset at the thought of her daughter who was all alone abroad. She continued, "At the end of the day, she's still alone in a foreign land. It can't be compared to having me by her side. I heard that racism against yellow-skinned people is prevalent in M Nation. I wonder if she got bullied in school, whether or not she can adjust to life there, and whether she can catch up with the academic lessons taught in school."
Feeling empathetic towards her, Xia Ruya quickly suggested. "Aunt Ning, if you miss Yuya that much, why don't we visit her together over the winter break?"
"How thoughtful of you," said Ning Shuqian, gazing at Xia Ruya tenderly.
Xia Ruya smiled and answered, "I miss Yuya too."
Ning Shuqian asked, "How about you? Now that you're in high school, can you catch up with the lessons? Do you get along well with your classmates? I know Wen Xinya goes to the same school as you. Does she try to make life difficult for you?"
A gloomy expression formed on Xia Ruya's face and her smile stiffened. She tried to change the subject again. "Aunt Ning, what do you think we should bring for Yuya when we visit her? Yuya loves eating Jiang's shrimp crackers, as well as snacks from Imperial Court…"
"Did Wen Xinya bully you in school?" asked Ning Shuqian. She could tell that Xia Ruya must have been having a hard time in school.
Not wishing to bring it up, Xia Ruya said, "Aunt Ning…"
"Just what did she do to you?" Ning Shuqian asked with a sullen expression on her face. If it weren't because of Wen Xinya, she wouldn't have had to harm herself in order to gain Hao Wen's trust. At the instant that she knocked her head against the wall, she was overwhelmed with excruciating pain, followed by fear and terror. Despite her fading consciousness, she knew that she was bleeding profusely. She remembered seeing her own reflection in Hao Wen's eyes—she looked terrifyingly grotesque with blood all over her face!
Recalling the unpleasant incident, she was suddenly filled with resentment and a frown creased her forehead. Although she was supposed to relax during the beauty treatment, she could not help but tense up.
Xia Ruya had no choice but to tell Ning Shuqian everything that happened on the day of the school anniversary celebration. She also explained briefly about the voting incident on the student forum.
A sullen expression formed on Ning Shuqian's face instantly. "That bitch Wen Xinya. How dare she be so thick-skinned and brazen. I've really belittled this shameless wretch." 
Hanging her head low, Xia Ruya answered, "I didn't think she would do something like that either."
Ning Shuqian sneered. "Nothing too surprising about that. She led a wandering life for fifteen years and became a hooligan. She's full of tricks and unscrupulous ideas. I'm not shocked that she came up with something like that at all. You're so kindhearted, you're no match for her at all."
Xia Ruya looked down and concealed the sinister look in her eyes.


Originally born from a wealthy family, she ends up leading a vagrant life for fifteen years. However, when she is eventually found by her family, she falls into another devious plot and eventually dies tragically. 

Fifteen years after her rebirth, ravenously raging for revenge, she tears down the hypocritical mask of the foster daughter who had taken her place, and reduces her greedy stepmother and stepsister back to their original sorry states. 

To the jerk's profession of his deep love for her, she only has one thing to say, "Get the hell out of my life. The love you speak of humiliates love!" 

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