Claire Dixon is the one woman that can win a game of hiding the salami without having ever set foot in a delicatessen. It all comes down to a good imagination, an extensive collection of romance novels, and a faceless partner on the other side of a seedy internet chat room.

the world has advanced the earth in era 2000ne has conqured well over 1000 other planes the soul techniques
and others world is divided into clans castles ur tipical chinese meets western style

watch jade a minor noble of the sunrise kingdom as he stumbles his way forward to become  a rank 9 
Transcendence mage 

english is not my first language please bear with it

"The paragraph below has a small mistake. This was written based on ancient texts. However, is that correct? Does it mean that whatever the ancient scholars wrote is true? We need to use our own logic to differentiate this too."
"Page 35, third paragraph."
"Page 48, sixth paragraph."
"Page 103, the twelfth paragraph."
…
The netizens on the Internet were stunned. They realized that Master Lin was incredible.
"666…He's just brutally humiliating them."
"Master Lin is indeed Master Lin. What he said was based on facts and there's nothing we could argue about."
"I feel that what Master Lin said is very true. The ancient scholars are humans and we're humans too. Why should we hold firmly onto ancient beliefs? We need to use our own logic and challenge them sometimes."
"Yeah, the medical technology is so advanced now. That's something that the ancient scholars can't compete with."
Zhao Ming Qing sat in front of his computer and scrolled through Weibo. He saw that his mentor was doing extremely well. However, he wasn't particularly happy. He was serious about what his mentor posted on Weibo. He treated it like a lesson.
He started to flip through a Chinese Medical Foundation textbook as he continued reading the posts. He tried to look for the ideas that Lin Fan had posted and used a pen to mark them out in the book.
He also realized that the Chinese Medicine foundational teachings had something wrong but he wasn't clear about it. When he looked at it again, he realized that things seemed really wrong.
At the Chinese Medical Association.
Zhou Qing Quan immediately got everyone to open up Weibo and look at Master Lin's Weibo. Although Master Lin's words sounded a little stupid, they were indeed true. They looked through some of the questions and found out that what he said was correct.
Wang Tian Feng heaved a sigh, "Master Lin is going to create a revolution in Chinese Medicine."
Zhou Qing Quan smiled bitterly, "Yeah, I didn't expect it too."
Wang Tian Feng smiled, "I feel that what the godly doctor said was true. We should reflect on his words."
The surrounding crowd nodded in agreement.
This was the first time someone had criticised the Chinese Medicine foundational teachings online. Also, he did it with evidence and it was difficult to argue about it.
The students in the Chinese Medical Academy were all stunned.
"D*mn, is it true? There are so many mistakes in the teaching materials?"
"I don't know. My medical skills are average and I don't understand anything. Anyway, I just believed whatever the book wrote."
"The 'Qing Yuan Medical Text' is a book that we have had to memorize by heart. The godly doctor said that it had a lot of misconceptions. Does that mean that we memorized it for nothing?"
"D*mn, that can't be. That means we've been played."
"Quick, make a note of what he wrote. What the godly doctor said must be logical and true. If he removes his posts, we won't be able to find it anymore."
"That's right!"
Lin Fan started to publish more posts. He had already offended people and he wasn't afraid anymore. He just wanted to spill the beans and cause chaos.
"I shall answer the above question with another question."
"Why is Chinese Medicine still using the wrong theories and using them to develop misconceptions? The teaching materials are practically useless."
"I think it is because of people's thinking. That caused this to happen," Lin Fan said.
Zhao Ming Qing had been concentrating on his mentor's words.
Those questions were worthy of consideration.
Then, he realized that the teacher's words were shocking. It was the most shocking thing on earth.
Ding ding!
His phone rang.
"Director Zhao, please appease the godly doctor. His words shouldn't be said now," someone from the Education Department called.
They were dumbfounded by those posts online.
The peaceful world of Chinese Medicine was going to be overturned.
Zhao Ming Qing said regretfully, "Sorry, I agree with his ideas. Also, my mentor has his own way of thinking. As his disciple, I don't have any reason to go against him."
He hung up the call
Zhao Ming Qing continued to read what Lin Fan had posted. He wasn't going to be commanded by anyone.
Furthermore, he felt that what his mentor said was flawless.
The modern society had advanced technology and the medical facilities were highly capable. Chinese Medicine should be progressing rapidly in such a good environment. People should be able to create more medications to benefit people. However, Chinese Medicine was stagnant.
He felt that Chinese Medicine had to be reformed but it was difficult.
If an average Chinese medical doctor said those things, he would definitely have been attacked by people as they would think that he was spreading nonsense.
Students in the Chinese Medical Academy were brilliant. However, they could only handle exams. If they were to face patients, they might be lost and not know what to do.
Although they didn't know what was going to happen in the future, his words were extremely impactful.
Countless of netizens were looking at Lin Fan's Weibo.
Although they didn't really understand what was going on, they felt that he was incredible.
Lin Fan was typing non-stop and he published a lot of posts.
The modern medical students were also looking at his Weibo.
"This Master Lin is incredible. Just by reading these posts, I can tell that he understands modern medicine very well."
"I heard this godly doctor isn't just good at Chinese Medicine. He is also amazing in modern medicine. It is incredible."
…
Wu Xi Jun was infuriated. He didn't expect this fella to talk so much regarding this.
"@Master Lin, that's enough. Stop it."
Lin Fan was extremely happy from posting. When he saw Wu Xi Jun directing a message at him, he smiled and replied.
"Not enough. It will never be enough. There are so many things I want to talk about. Wait till I'm done."
Wu Xi Jun was dumbfounded by his reply. He really wanted to kill this man. However, he couldn't do anything about it.
He felt that things were about to go down after looking at the situation online.
"Your mum! I want to see how long you can continue posting." Wu Xi Jun knew that he couldn't have stopped him. However, he didn't believe that Lin Fan wouldn't stop posting.
Half an hour later.
The netizens were stunned because Lin Fan was still posting.
Zhao Ming Qing was dumbfounded too. His mentor had so much to say and it was all based on evidence.
An hour later.
Lin Fan was still feeling energetic and he was still typing non-stop.
Wu Xi Jun felt like killing himself. He didn't expect this fella to have so much to say.
The people from the Education Department were stunned. They could only laugh at it. He wasn't even finished and this matter was blowing up. They could already predict what was going to happen the next day.
It wouldn't have mattered if it was posted by an average citizen but he was a godly doctor.
He was a godly Chinese medical doctor. His sudden stream of posts would definitely cause a chain reaction.
The Education Department was going to be the first group of people to be affected.
After all, they were the ones who were managing the Chinese Medical Academies.
People from the Chinese Medicinal Association were helpless. Zhou Qing Quan could only laugh about it. He knew that this would happen.
Two hours later.
Lin Fan was a little tired from typing. "That's all for today. I'll post more in the future. If I were to continue, I'd get beaten up."
Some of the netizens observed it for two whole hours and they could only post the following lines.
"6666…."
"You're the most awesome guy ever."
"You've spoken about it for two hours and you're still afraid of being beaten up?"
"Brother Fan has the most knowledge in society. It is truly terrifying."
...


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..."


"Eeek!" 
After typing the title, Pi danced around with excitement, and high-fived Galaxy to celebrate this great achievement.　　
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Zian could not ignore this. "Pi, do you want to write a novel about pets?"　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded. It pointed at him, at Galaxy, then at itself, and typed: "A novel about pets, pet shop and everybody."　　
Zhang Zian frowned slightly after hearing this, feeling worried about the future of this novel. He had not read many online novels, but his gut feeling was telling him that nobody would be interested in such a novel. For pet owners, they were so busy cuddling their cats and walking their dogs, how could they have time to read a novel about pets? For those who don't own pets, they were either not interested in pets or even hated pets, not to mention reading a book about pets. The most likely potential readers were those who didn't have time to own pets, but liked pets and wanted to own them remotely in a "cloud". But how many of them could there be?　 
Most online novels were about travelling back in time throughout history or another world, practicing Kongfu, writing poetry, being cool and kicking butts; or about being raised from the dead and returning to a city, then making monkey with prophetic knowledge and dating a few or dozens of women at the same time...He had never heard of a popular online novel about a pet shop.　 
Pi wanted to kill time by writing a novel. He was happy about this. But for a novel with so few potential readers, it may lose confidence after finding out nobody was reading it. It may fall into deeper self-isolation.　 
He knew all this, but he didn't want to kill Pi's enthusiasm at this moment. He smiled reluctantly. "OK. Will I be in it? Then write me as a handsome man."　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi grinned and typed: "This is hard..."　
Zhang Xian said, "I was just kidding. But, Pi, when is the beginning of the story? Now?"
"Eeek."　　


Pi nodded and typed: "From last year, when you just returned to this city."　　
Zhang Zian thought about it. Maybe a good story can be written about it, such as writing him as a hero with hundreds of years of experience, but met his "Waterloo" and died, then was brought back to life. This may interest the readers and meet their expectations. He smiled. "OK. I'll tell you my story before coming to the pet shop... Do you know Wang Qian and Li Kun, the two guys working part-time in the shop? They always believed that I was a big hero during the time of Jindan. In fact, this is true..."　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi waved its hands and interrupted him. It showed him the nameless book, and typed: "No. Everything that happened in the past can be found in the book."　　
Zhang Zian: "I'm just an ordinary Joe in real life. Can't you gratify me in the novel?"　
Famous interrupted him as well. "Everything in the past? Does it include my stories in the Imagined Landscape?"　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded.　　
Famous said, "Can't I have any privacy? I gotta pay attention to my image in the Imagined Landscape."　　
"Which website will you publish your work? I mean, there are a lot of online novel websites. Where do you want to publish? There is a saying that goes: the worst that could happen to a man is getting into a wrong profession; while the worst that could happen to a woman is marrying the wrong husband. The websites have different styles. This is a book for a small population of readers. If you pick the wrong website, you may have even fewer readers..." Zhang Zian reminded it tactfully.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi swiped the tablet screen to unlock it. Then it opened up a reading app and showed it to Zhang Zian.　　
"Oh, Qidian Web novel, that's the site I used earlier for online reading..." Zhang Zian nodded. He didn't know the online novel websites very well and could not have offered more help. But he heard that this was one of the biggest literature websites. It might be a good choice for Pi.　　


Pi tapped on a menu button: "Becoming a writer", then showed it to Zhang Zian.　　
"A photo ID is needed?" Zhang Zian took a glance, and thought this was complicated.　
"Eeek."　　
Pi typed: "I'm a residential alien. I don't have an ID."　　
Zhang Zian's face twitched. He didn't know where it learned the words "residential alien"...but it was appropriately used.　
"That is to say...you need my ID?" He pointed at his nose and asked.　
Pi nodded.　　
Fine. He was the only one with an ID in the pet shop. Although uploading his ID was not a safe move, he was an ordinary Joe after all. Not many hackers were targeting him. The internet was a free space. If all publications were anonymous, it could cause big problems. The dark web developers might blend in and advertise their illegal business.
Zhang Zian took a picture of his ID photo, and uploaded it according to the website instructions. After identity verification, he finally created a new book and uploaded new chapters with his account.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed the title of the first chapter eagerly: Amazing Fate Pet Shop. Then it entered the text: On the magnificent East Coast of the motherland, there was a quiet coastal city called Binhai City. It was beautiful, with a large economy and a slow pace of life. Binhai had an absence of large industrial enterprises, making it a suitable place to live a peaceful life...　
"Wait a minute!"　　
Zhang Zian found a big mistake, and asked Pi to pause, in case the mistake grew bigger.　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi gestured to inquire.　
"What the heck is Binhai City?" Zhang Zian pointed out the mistake. "Pi, did you make a mistake? This is not Binhai City, and there is no such a city in China."　
"Eeek."　

Pi pointed at the website instructions for authors to show Zhang Zian. 
He stretched his neck, gazed at the screen and read. "In order to avoid unnecessary complications caused by real information in your work, we suggest the that authors avoid using real information in your writing, such as geographic locations, celebrity names, well-known companies, etc.... What the heck is this?"　
That was why. No wonder Pi used "Binhai City" to replace the real name of the city. He thought Pi was making a mistake.　
"But this city name is too sloppy. You'd better make a note, in case the readers complain about it." Zhang Zian reminded it.　　
Pi nodded bitterly and continued: "In this city with a sloppy name, there was a small, unknown pet shop." 
Zhang Zian nodded with satisfaction. But the next sentence made him uneasy again!　　
"Who is Zhang Zian? Why haven't I heard of this guy?" He asked.　　
Pi pointed at him, meaning "you", then at the website instructions on "celebrity names". 
Fine...I'm a celebrity at the end of the day. I was about to be myself and win the heart of a thousand girls...Zhang Zian was speechless. But to avoid breaking the website's rule by using a real name, he had to accept this weird alias.　　
"How about you, Galaxy and Famous? And Fina, Old Time Tea, Richard, and Snowy Lionet? Will they have aliases too?" He asked.　　
Pi typed: "No. We are not humans, so we can keep our names."　　
After typing, it deleted this extra sentence.　　
This cheered Famous up. "Great! I always wanted to keep my real name, not using an alias nor becoming a substitute of another dog."　　
This is unfair... Dogs have more rights than men these days? Zhang Zian was a little upset in his heart.　
After writing for a while, Pi was stuck, and could not tap any more keys on the keyboard. It scratched its head, read the nameless book for a few minutes, then resumed typing.　


Pi was a slow typist. Before this, it was typing out newspapers, following a template. Chinese was not its mother tongue. It had to design a plot, sketch the Chinese words in its head, then type them out.　　
If it were someone else with the same typing speed, Zhang Zian would not have watched on the side. But Pi was the one typing, and the story was about himself. He watched with great patience, going downstairs occasionally for business. 　　
As the words jumped from of Pi's keyboard onto the laptop screen, Zhang Zian's memory gradually came back. He relived the unforgettable days with Pi's words. 　
The detail that Pi described were things that he never told anybody else. He had even forgotten some of them himself. He lived everything in first person, but Pi recorded from an objective, third-person perspective, just like an invisible camera floating around him, recording every tiny detail.　　
"I absolutely didn't have dark eye circles." He pointed out.　
Pi typed "Yes" with certainty, then deleted it. It waved the nameless book, suggesting the nameless book's record could never be wrong.　　
Zhang Zian didn't know how to defend himself. He knew that he may have dark eye circles then after a few sleepless nights in the hospital, and being exhausted with the funeral. He might have very dark eye circles, but he couldn't see it himself. 
After the debut of Little Celery in Pi's writing, he laughed and said: "If Wang Yaning reads this novel, my obsession with young girls would be made known... Oh, Pi, apart from the names and locations, is everything else real?"　　
Pi thought about it and typed: "70% real and 30% unreal, just like 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'."　　
Zhang Zian laughed silently. Pi certainly read the four masterpieces.　
After finishing the first chapter, with a 2079 word count, Pi uploaded it with satisfaction.
"Take a break, Pi." suggested Zhang Zian. Two to three hours had passed since Pi started writing this chapter.　
Pi jumped off the chair obediently to stretch itself. But it was worried about the fate of this novel. The beginning was so ordinary. Would someone read it?　　
　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

...
Shi Yao's roommates weren't participating in any events in the afternoon, but since they were Year 1 students, the teachers were much stricter in checking for attendance. As such, they didn't dare to crowd around the field just like the Year 3 and Year 4 students either.
He Tiantian and Jiang Yue didn't get enough rest in the dormitory room, so when they got to the stadium, they placed a shirt over their heads and lay on the thighs of the other two to get some rest.
Leng Nuan was still reading the book which she hadn't finished last night.
Shi Yao was lazily watching the competition with her arm propping up her head, and seeing that there weren't any highlights at the moment, she took out her phone and logged into the game.
It was rare for the bunch in [Sexy and Frisky] to play during the day, so when Shi Yao saw that [111111] was online in her friend's list, she was slightly taken aback.
[111111] had already been in a game for 27 minutes now.
Shi Yao had no idea when he'd be done, so she decided to play a round by herself first. But a second after she returned to the main lobby to select a map and enter a game, a notification suddenly popped up on her screen: [111111] had invited her into a room.
Shi Yao accepted the invitation without any hesitation.
She hadn't brought her earphones along, and the Sports Meet was deafeningly noisy as well. Thus, she opted to type instead of using the voice chat: [It's rare to see you online in the afternoon.]
[111111] replied to her with two numbers: [56.]
This time, Shi Yao really couldn't decipher what 56 meant, so she typed a [?] and sent it over. But staring at the screen once more, she suddenly realized that Mister Numbers' habits had rubbed off on her. She'd been too lazy to type and just used punctuation marks to express her intentions. Thus, she began typing on her screen once more and added: [What does that mean?]
By now, they had successfully entered a game and appeared on a plane. [111111]'s response finally came up on the screen: [Bored.]
56, bored.[1].. The two things did sound rather similar to one another…
On top of only using punctuation marks, Mister Numbers could even use numbers to relay his messages as well... Really, what else can I say? Mister Numbers is Mister Numbers after all...
While Shi Yao was in the midst of her thoughts, she and [111111] landed on the ground, and they began looting equipment to gear up.
Similar to the Duo matches that they played in the past, the two of them opted to land at a remote location. Even though Shi Yao couldn't hear the happenings in the game due to the noise from the stadium, she still had her fair share of fun looting equipment.
Three consecutive matches; Mister Numbers had brought her chicken dinners for each one.
On the fourth match, when the game was just five minutes in, Mister Numbers suddenly headed into a room and hid himself, and then he stopped moving.
Even when the blue zone crept closer on them, he typed out a message instructing Shi Yao to drive over a car and carry him to the safe zone.
Shi Yao did know how to drive, but you couldn't really compliment her on her driving skills. By the time they finally entered the safe zone, they were already knocked into a near-death state by her particularly 'valiant' driving skills.
Shi Yao quickly found a place to hide before healing up.
When her health bar was finally full once more, she turned around and saw that [111111]'s health bar was still dangerously low, so she sent a few [?]s over. However, there was still no response from the other party's side.
Thus, she began to type: Your health…
Before she could finish typing out her message, she noticed that a small audio sign was lit up next to [111111]'s name.
This meant that his voice chat was currently activated, and he was talking into the microphone.
Is he saying something to me?
Shi Yao quickly brought her phone to her ears, but other than a loud ruckus, she couldn't hear [111111]'s voice at all. Thus, she switched on the voice chat as well and brought her phone over to her mouth, "What did you say earlier? I didn't hear it clearly."
A moment after Shi Yao said those words, the announcer on the podium suddenly began making a new announcement, "Next up is the Men's 100m Sprint. The participants are Lin Jiage, Zhang Yang…"
Fearing that she would miss [111111]'s words, Shi Yao hurriedly brought her phone up toward her ear once more, only to hear the very same words from the other end as well, "Next up is the Men's 100m Sprint. The participants are Lin Jiage, Zhang Yang…"
[1] 56 is pronounced as 'wu liu' in Chinese, and bored is pronounced as 'wu liao' in Chinese.


To marry Shi Yao, Lin Jiage had resorted to every single trick he could think of, only to fail each time. In the end, he could only turn his gaze to Little Bun.
After hearing Lin Jiage's proposal, Little Bun hooked pinkies with him and replied adorably, "Pleased to work with you!"
Thus——
On the night that Little Bun received a robot, he duped Shi Yao to a restaurant and secretly told Lin Jiage, "Daddy, mummy will be accompanying you for dinner."
On the night that Little Bun received an Ultraman figurine, he duped Shi Yao to a swimming complex and secretly told Lin Jiage, "Daddy, mummy will be accompanying you for a swim."
On the night that Little Bun received a train model, he duped Shi Yao to a hotel suite and secretly whispered in Lin Jiage's ear, "Daddy, mummy will be accompanying you in bed."

I went out on the balcony with a glass of wine in my hand. I spent there about an hour starring at the sky like I was looking for some written in the stars answers.
It took me a while before I was able to think straight and get to some reasonable conclusion. Although it wasn't clear if it was my common sense or curiosity speaking… Nevertheless, I figured I should restrain my paranoia, and base only on facts.
First, no one knew that I was doing a research on TK Industries… except for the hacker, who threaten me but only once.
Second, I applied real events and conditions in my story but I changed all the names, and I figured that the probability that someone would match all the facts, and use that against me, was lower than low.
Third, who would care about some nameless, online storywriter? I most likely had better chances of dying from a thunder strike while standing at the balcony of my own apartment than being attacked by Chinese Triad.
After that I peacefully concluded that there was nothing to be scared about. Moreover… those articles could be used as a great base for my novel! Game creators and writers use Yakuza or Triads in their stories all the time, and they were all still alive… or at least I hoped so.
"How about creating my Troy's family background on this… Wang Hiro?" the more I thought about it the more I was excited. More than that, I finally knew what I was going to write in my next chapter.
"Putting a little flashback from Troy's childhood wouldn't hurt, would it?" I couldn't wait to start writing.
Taking precautionary measures, I decided not to be so obvious, and mix the things I knew from articles with my own imagination. The very first step was to build my own character based on Wang Jian.
After reading everything about Chinese names… which gave me a huge headache, I came up with couple of possible names. I was dying to go with a last name Wu but it sounded too similar to Wang…
"If not Wu… maybe Cheng? Cheng… Li?" it sounded pronounceable enough, so I figured that might be a good choice.
"As for Troy's origin name… Cheng Tao…?" I hoped both names were different enough not to match them with the real ones.
Then I started thinking if my Cheng Li and Cheng Tao should be father and son. It sounded a little too simple.
"Maybe grandfather and grandson, or uncle and nephew?" 
Every single one of my ideas was lacking some spark. For me, basing Troy's past on blood ties seemed incredibly boring. Then I remembered when Tom called person he was mourning a "father figure". 
"How about using something like that? What if I make Cheng Tao an adoptive son?" I wondered.
I was using an information from Tom's life, and I felt a little guilty for that. But I quickly made an excuse for myself that he wasn't the only person in the world who was raised, or partially raised by a non-kin.
I could already picture a scene in my head, so I started typing hastily, hoping to capture every word flowing in my mind.
"One day a small boy wondering on the streets accidently ran into a dangerously looking man. That man was notorious and cruel Triad gang-leader, who could easily kill everyone who stood against him. The man looked at the boy with his deadly stare but the boy was not scared of him. The little man raised his head and glared back at the fearsome man. It was obvious to everyone around that the kid is about to die… but unexpectedly, the gang leader laughed. He admired the kid's courage and decided to make him his own son…"
Although, I already knew similar stories from movies and books but still, a part like that could make my male lead more interesting. There was only one problem… my knowledge about mafia, triad, yakuza… I had none.
"Ana! How are you supposed to write a good fiction, without knowing any basic information?!" I scolded myself. Then I went to the kitchen to get myself, a mug of coffee. It was going to be a long night.
I got through some boring, historic details, and name of leaders I forgot in three seconds after reading. It was all the information I found in English…
"Should I find back the Chinese blog, where I read about Wang Jian?"
I knew that, at the same time, it was a good and bad idea. It was a good idea, because it most likely would be my only source of useful knowledge, but it was a bad idea because I would have to translate everything from Chinese again!
The curiosity won again. Unfortunately translating a blog, written with all sorts of idioms and informal phrases became my very own mission impossible. I could easily say that the only words I was sure of was… the name Wang Jian.
I got so frustrated that I wanted to search for help in writers' chatroom.
"Help! Does any of you speaks Chinese???" I started typing but deleted it immediately.
"Are you insane, Ana?! Are you really going to post a text online about Triad?! Not to mention, that it is, most probably, involving a hacker that broke into your computer and threaten you?!"
I broke down, then spent another hour of copying and pasting Chinese blog's paragraphs to multiple translator apps. The results were dreadful. For example names, or nicknames were sometimes translated literally creating all sorts of absurd sentences…
"Dead meat cut the barking tree…? What the hell am I reading?!" I gave up.
It looked like I had to find a native Chinese speaker to translate it for me… and then it hit me.
"Tom! Tom is an Asian, he speaks Chinese… right?"
I couldn't tell where he was coming from, but I thought it might be ok, if I asked him. Although, if he spoke Chinese, there was another problem, and that was to persuade him to help me, and that this dangerous, new hobby of mine was just for the book research, and I was not going to contact any gangsters…
What was left for me to do, was to wait for Tom to return… from wherever he went with a luggage and suit. I only hoped, he won't be gone for long. It was a very selfish wish, it would delay my writing.
"Should I text him?" I wondered impatiently.
After making three hundred circles walking around my apartment, I wrote a short text.
"Will you come back by tomorrow? I need a favor."
"No. 3 days. Wait," Tom answered almost in instant.
"Is he trying to write in codes, or something?! Would he die if he used full sentences like a normal person…?" it really annoyed me. Moreover, he didn't even know what was the favor about. I already could imagine that I ask my question three days later and he says, "I don't speak Chinese."
As much downcast I was, I knew I couldn't do more at that point. I went to bed to get some sleep.
In those three days, I decided to face those Hanzi signs again. I found some parts that were easier to translate, and I became more and more fascinated with Wang Jian's life… or his "legend". I told myself that I was reading it for the sake of my novel but the truth was, I was genuinely enjoying it. Furthermore, in those stories, Wang Jian didn't seem like a villain at all…
Someone, who called himself as Wang Jian's younger brother, wrote that his family was brutally murdered by one of the gangs when he was only seven. He miraculously survived the slaughter and escaped hiding on a transport ship to Taipei. He provided for himself for five years doing all sorts of work at the harbor. As a 12 year old boy, he was illegally hired to work as a busboy at the cruise ship to Yokohama. On one of the cruises, he met a wealthy Japanese family, they decided to raise the boy, and provide him education.
Nobody wrote, what the Japanese family's name was. The only thing I found was that, supposedly, Wang Jian referred to that family's son as his "only Japanese blood brother throughout his life". 
Wang Jian returned to Hong Kong when he was 21. Those who wrote his legends said that he was then well educated and astonishingly strong. It took him only a year to wipe out the gang that murdered his family. Not long later he became the Blood Dragon, the gang leader. 
In every story Wang Jian seemed to be like a Chinese version of Robin Hood, a hero, who fought with corruption, took from the wealthy, and gave to the poor. He was feared, respected, and admired. People around him loved him.
I spent couple of hours sitting and eating snacks while reading all of it. I couldn't tell how much of it was the truth but I didn't really care. It was a fascinating story about good fighting evil. 
The only problem was, there was no information about Wang Hiro, like he didn't exist before showing up as the only heir, right after Wang Jian's death. As for now, this Blood Dragon's son looked like the true villain of the story.
I noticed that there is new post on the blog that I found my first information about Wang Jian. I hoped to find out a little bit more about what recently happened with Liming Corporation, and the one posted on this blog seemed to have a lot of inside information. I needed a human translator… like now!
"Tom was supposed to come back today… should I text him? Should I just wait for him to let me know that he came back?" I wondered impatiently staring at the phone. 
After desperately trying to make the phone ring using my willpower for fifteen minutes, I went down to do some groceries, and cool down.
On my way back I saw Tom going in through his apartment door.
"Tom!" I shouted ecstatically through the hallway.
He stared at me dumbfound. He seemed to be puzzled enough to stop and wait silently for me to run at his door.
"I have a question! Do you speak Chinese? Please tell me you do!" I asked pleading with eyes wide open.
"I come from Japan. You are aware, that China and Japan are not the same country, right?" he inquired mocking.
"I'm not an idiot, Tom. I simply wondered if you speak Chinese… You are an Asian…" I tried explaining a bit timidly.
"Your name is Kowalsky, do you speak Russian?" he continued teasing me.
"No I don't. My Grandpa was Polish, Kowalsky is a Polish name. You are aware, that Russia and Poland are not the same country, right? However, a lot of people in Poland knows Russian. That's why I chose to ask you, if you speak Chinese. Don't taunt me please," I said with an annoyed tone.
"Touché," he laughed admitting defeat, "I do speak Chinese."
I thought I was going to kill him at that point. 
"Does he really love to tease me that much?! Couldn't he simply answer my question, without making me feel embarrassed?!" I was furious inside my head.
"What do you need?" he said with his usual smirk.
I took a couple of deep breaths before I was able speak calmly.
"There's a blog written in Chinese. I need to know what it is about. It's for my novel."
He grinned while looking at my trying-to-stay-calm face.
"I need a shower, but I'm hungry. I'll come to your place in thirty minutes. Make an eatable dinner."
He closed his door leaving me silently clenching my fists. I wanted to kick his door cursing at him… but I chose to have the blog translated, so I lowered my head and walked to prepare some dinner.
It looked like it was going to be another unexpected evening I would spend with Tom…

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Bo Jiu was used to the open-minded nature of the Americans. A thought flashed past her mind and she smiled. "Sure."
Little Blackie: … This wasn't right. Why was this happening? Master should be going home to sleep with the little vixen after getting the drug. Why was she flirting with other people? And when had Master become so friendly?
Bo Jiu reversed the car and placed her arm out of the window. She looked at the ladies and asked, "Where are you going?"
"We have a party." One of the ladies who had a good figure winked. "You will definitely like it."
Bo Jiu placed her hand on her forehead. "Unfortunately, my English is not good."
"Oh! You're already good. There are Chinese people at the party too." The lady smiled as she continued, "I won't let you get bored."
Bo Jiu smiled elegantly. "Lead the way?"
The American ladies were very excited. They looked at Bo Jiu with anticipation.
Little Blackie reminded, "Master, they're looking at you as if you're a little vixen. Tsk, tsk, they must be thinking about how to sleep with you."
"Little Blackie, do you have eyes?" Bo Jiu followed behind the ladies' car.
The line on the navigation system continued moving, "From the tone of your voices, my powerful system is able to differentiate your emotions. Fine, you might be reserved compared to those ladies but your nature is the same. All of you want to sleep with other people."
"Little Blackie, you didn't follow me to China but do you know that there's a saying in the esports circle?" Bo Jiu memorized the route as she drove.
The navigation system asked, "What is it?"
"Qin Mo is the only beauty in this world. Unfortunately, it's hard to sleep with him," Bo Jiu said lazily, "A robot like you won't understand."
The line jumped and Little Blackie sighed, "I didn't expect your little vixen to have such a huge background."
"Of course." Bo Jiu stopped the car and looked forward. There was indeed a party. She had agreed to come because there was a Chinese lady sitting in the car.
The parties in America were all like a nightclub. You could see some people waving their bodies inside. There was a DJ too, who played heavy metal.
Bo Jiu found a chance to chat with the ladies. The person whom she chatted the most with was the Chinese lady. Along the way, she asked her what the trendiest way of communicating nowadays was. "I meant online communication. I just came here so I'm still not used to it," Bo Jiu explained.
One of the American ladies opened her mouth, "Speaking of this, I saw my friend typing a string of numbers when she was chatting with other people. Do Chinese people like to converse using such mysterious methods? Is that why you're asking us this question?"
Chinese? Bo Jiu raised her eyebrows. Chinese again. That meant that locals didn't have this habit.
"Let's not talk about this. Do you want to come home with me today?" The lady moved closer and smiled sexily, "I have delicious wines at home."
Bo Jiu gave a devilish smile. She stood up and replied, "Not convenient."
"Why not?" The ladies were enchanting when they showed their disappointment.
Bo Jiu smiled lightly. "I'm afraid that if I go to your house, my lady at home will get jealous. I can't handle her jealousy."
The American lady hooked Bo Jiu's black leather jacket seductively. "Just one night. She won't know."
"Loyalty depends on ourselves." Bo Jiu blocked her hand. "I'm leaving. Bye."
The American ladies followed Bo Jiu after seeing her smile because they wanted to keep her here but Bo Jiu walked away hastily.
The ladies complained, "Merlin, you frightened him."
"Come on, he doesn't look frightened. Did you see where he came out from?"
"Oh my god. I'm so envious of the lady that's spending the night with him."
By now, Bo Jiu had climbed into her car. She held the steering wheel and did a beautiful drift. As an intelligent luxury car, Little Blackie's navigation system started fluctuating when it heard those words. "How unfortunate. They don't know that the person spending the night with you is a man, not a lady."


Fu Jiu appears to be a normal lad in high school on the surface. But in fact, she (Yes! She!) is the hacker, Z, a villain-terminator in the online world of an alternate world. Having reincarnated into the body of a woman and being forced to disguise herself as a young man, she reigns over the game world, fights for justice, and puts a spell on all the girls around with her innate charm. However, her flirting comes across as gay to the rich Almighty Qin and his inner circle. Over time, the Almighty Qin falls for him… her. Has he turned gay for him… her? Now, that's confusing!
Keywords: Rebirth, Face-slapping, Online gaming, Pet lover, Hacking, Chocolate-flavored lollipop
Sugary Scene:
Fu Jiu said, "Almighty Qin, do you have a girlfriend?"
Qin Mo lowered his laptop. "No."
Fu Jiu lowered her voice and started flirting carelessly. "You have one now, me."
Upon hearing that, Qin Mo pounced on Fu Jiu domineeringly!
Fu Jiu was stunned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Qin Mo replied, "Exercising my boyfriend rights."
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Having her coronation as President broadcasted was just a small thing for Zhao Youyue. So was removing people she detested from her sight.
It had not required any effort on her part. After all, she could care less about what people thought of her.
Cao Chuanguang was no longer in the picture. Now, she could start placing her chess pieces down. As for those who were competent at their current roles and knew their places, she would grant mercy. Her influence as an empress had definitely won over their loyalties.
Zhao Youyue would never waste her time over such small matters. Even if something prompted her to take action, she would not depend on her character cards.
Under such circumstances, she promoted the silent Bai Yunshan and inconspicuous roommate Yu Xuefei to manage the small matters and the well-being of other members.
People were jealous of how lucky these two were. They were once nothing, and in the blink of an eye, they were now secretaries of the president. Now that Lady Zhao had nothing to worry about, she did what she loved the most… exploring the "Two-Dimensional Gate."
Zhao Youyue had not only yielded a great harvest from the source world, she had also replenished the cooldown of the "Two-Dimensional Gate." By sacrificing a character card, she could now select a novel with potential.
She sacrificed the card that allowed her to speak to cats. In the source worlds, this card allowed her to transform into a black cat.
Gone were the glorious days of the horror genre. The character card had long been sitting dormant -- it was close to expiring soon.
Perhaps the trend of animal-themed novels was also dying. Perhaps they might rebound, but that's for another day.
By her memory, the author often indulged himself in Mahjong games. He did not even need that side income. His tenants kept him well-fed.
If he was one day forced to pursue his career in writing, he might produce something better.
Zhao Youyue always believed that iconic novels could only be written by two types of authors. One would be like Han Leng -- highly gifted in writing talents and keen on pursuing the beauty of words. The other would be Su Li, disciplined and dedicated, always striving for self-improvement. Every post she made was fresh and trendy. She did not need the improvement, but she went for it anyway. As long as her passion remains, so would her popularity and along with it, her income.
WIth how competitive novels were, the only way one could keep oneself irreplaceable was to have a fresh and unique character in our masterpieces. When you define the genre of your novel, you would be one of a kind.
However, the reality was never ideal. No masterpiece would ever be one of its kind. Billions of people passing through the passage of time -- a repetition of ideas was bound to happen somewhere. To remain relevant, one had to follow the trend.
Zhao Youyue found a novel worthy for the sacrifice of her character card. It was titled "Endless Apocalypse," written by one whose fans called him, Master PhD[1].
PhD was an enigma. Even his gender was unknown, but they largely assumed him to be male, based on his style of writing. His story was always firm and logical, while the chemistry between his paired couples always wandered towards eternal friendship, rather than romance. Master PhD often exaggerated on brotherhood and the bonds between men. Reading his work was more like a gay romance than the story between friends.
This was the age of Yaoi[2]. He was not deliberately promoting Boy Love, but fujoshis[3] often gave his work praise. Master PhD was just so good at portraying how men strengthen each other with trust and encouragement. His stories were so great, so manly.
Readers assumed that only a man could write such a great novel. The author might even be a muscular gym junkie.
Two elements determined his success. One was the exclusivity of the platform he used. Yes, he was an Ancient High God author, but he had taken a risk when he left Qidian, a.k.a. China Literature Limited before that platform monopolized that sector. He had joined an equally solid competitor, just because they offered him far better pay than Qidian's.
As time passed, that platform changed its course and no longer could afford to keep an Ancient High God author such as Master PhD. The other element was his genre of choice. It was neither mainstream, nor popular. In the end, both parties decided to mutually end their contract.
Master PhD then returned to Qidian and published his novel, "Endless Apocalypse." Having left Qidian for so many years, his image needed some rebuilding.
As a veteran author, Master PhD had braved through many storms and lived through them. Perhaps it was his attitude that kept him going. He was highly passionate when it came to writing -- nothing would shake his faith. His efficiency was unwavering.
Authors like Master PhD could usually be trusted when it came to producing remarkable stories. His novels all started with a few great opening chapters. Eventually, he would twist his stories into unacceptable endings that left readers greatly disappointed. Some even called him the "the crazed devil that burns its tail"...
It was not that he was not a terrific writer. It was his readers who were misled into expecting more from such promising opening chapters. They wanted better endings. They had set their expectations through the roof. How could they still blame the author?
Master PhD was actively involved in the fight against the apps that promoted piracy like Baidu Tieba. [4] He mocked readers who supported piracy, earning their ire in return. It was an era where blatant piracy was rampant. Readers of pirated works firmly believed that they were supporting the author's hard work…
Now, things were different. As the management of online platforms improved its quality, readers have begun to realize the greater good in banning piracy. With the increase of wealthy readers online such as Lady Zhao, online novels were moving towards a better direction.
Lady Zhao was impressed with PhD's "Endless Apocalypse." It had the makings of an original, iconic apocalyptic novel!
Translation Note:
[1] "Master PhD" (p大) is a nickname for the author PhD.
[2] Yaoi fandom (基者见基,腐者见腐) refers to readers of yaoi (also called Boys' Love or BL), a genre of male-male romance narratives aimed at those who participate in communal activities organized around yaoi, such as attending conventions, maintaining or posting to fansites, creating fanfiction or fanart, etc. In the mid-1990s, estimates of the size of the Japanese yaoi fandom were at 100,000-500,000 people, but in 2008, despite increased knowledge of the genre among the general public, readership remains limited. English-language fan translations of From Eroica with Love circulated through the slash fiction community in the 1980s, forging a link between slash fiction fandom and Yaoi fandom.
[3] Fujoshi (腐女): Most yaoi fans are teenage girls or young women. In Japan, female fans are called fujoshi, denoting how a woman who enjoys fictional gay content is "rotten," too ruined to be married. The male equivalent is called a fudanshi. The words' origin can be found in the online image board 2channel.
[4] Baidu Tieba (Chinese: 百度贴吧; pinyin: bǎidù tiēbā; literally: "Baidu Paste Bar") is the largest Chinese communication platform provided by the Chinese search engine company, Baidu. It is an online community bound tightly to internet search services, one of the central business of Baidu. The website functions by having users search or create a bar (Forum) by typing a keyword, and if the bar has not been created before, it is then built upon the search.


An introverted girl has had enough of the isolation inadvertently formed by her solitary nature. Things changed when she discovers that she has the ability to transverse across the fabric of our universe into the dimensions of multiple storylines. Not only do these storylines leave her with invaluable lessons - they also impart a portion of their power - if she is deserving of it. The time has come for Zhao Youyue to change her fate. Never again, will she remain as a Side-Character!

The journey back was defiantly something I was more comfortable with, the loud train noises making it also impossible to have a conversation. Although it was still a little nerve wracking sitting next to each other in complete silence, 'should I at least try and make conversation?....'

When the train started to arrive at Mile End station, "This my stop." I let her know, since I'll need to change lines to reach Bow.

"Ohhhh.... You're getting off here?...." She replied sounding a little shocked.

"Yeah..... I need to change here to get the District Line to Bow." I answered her.

"Ohhh...….... Okay...…. I'll see you next Sunday then..." She smiled standing up with me, stretching her arms out for a hug.

"Yeah I'll see you next Sunday or online." I smiled hugging her back and leaving her on the train, and began making my way to the other platform.

Eventually arriving home, I began searching for my keys in my bag, "Son?! You're finally back home!" My mum suddenly opened the door for me, making me jump back in the process. 

"Yes.... Mum...." I said entering the house. My mum giving me a large hug as I entered. "You okay mum..." I asked curiously.

"Yeah..... Just I'm so proud of you! You went on your first date!" She said smiling.

"Mum it wasn't a date..... She was just a friend." I replied, putting away my bag and began to walk upstairs towards my room.

This being the first time my mum has heard me interact with a girl, her face lit up with giant smile. "Are you hungry?.... There's some left over dinner..." She shouted to me as I walked up the stairs.

"No mum....I've eaten." I replied walking into my room and switched on my computer.

Finally.... I can get my daily dose of gaming, as I began to relax on my chair waiting for my computer to boot up. 

Connecting to the internet and Signing in on MSN messenger, I was instantly blasted with several group and single conversations.

"HEY PAUL!!! HOW WAS YOUR DATE??!!!" Sal said typing in caps indicating her excitement and seriousness of the conversation.

"It was alright.... It was okay..." I replied.

"So..... Anything going in-between you two?" she asked.

"Nope.... just friends I guess.." I replied.

"Did you walk her home?" she asked.

"NO....." I replied.

"You are SO DUMB!" She said.

"?" I replied.....

"YOU'RE ALWAYS MEANT TO WALK THE GIRL HOME AFTER A DATE YOU DUMBO!" She shouted.

'OHHHHHHHH crap..... HOW DID I FORGET THAT?!!!!.... In all TV shows and movies the guy always fking walks the girl home..... I face palmed myself at my own stupidity.....

"Okay... my bad.... I will next time..." I replied.

"Anyways…. Do you like her?..." She asked.

"Dunno.... she's nice and pretty...." I replied.

One of the other conversations was with Ransford, Zia, Anna, Stephanie, Michelle, Jessica and one other unknown contact..... 'OMG THIS MUST BE JADE!!! This is our maths group!!!"

"Wassup...." I said adding the cool emoji, because I wanted to sound cool.

"Heyyy" They all replied.

"Paul how comes you was offline?..." Zia asked.

"Ohh I was at Chinese school then I was chilling with some friends." I replied.

"Ohhh what Chinese school do you go to?..." Jessica asked.

"Ummm i dunno but it's the only one in China Town..." I replied.

"Ohh that's cool.... we go to St Paul's for out Chinese classes." She replied.

"Ohhhh that's cool..... Btw who is the last person?" I asked.

"Ohhh that Jade, no idea why she isn't talking..." Jessica answered.

My heart skipped a beat...I quickly started getting excited that I could finally talk to her, some reason I find talking to people online is so much easier then talking in person.

"So you guys excited for the first day of college?..." Stephanie asked.

"Yeahh....! Btw who here watched lost?" He asked.

Suddenly everyone in the group began to talk about Lost, I stayed silent as I didn't watch the show, but surprisingly Jade was silent. A part of me was desperate to add her to my contact list so maybe I could talk to her without being in group, but I was too afraid she might think I was a weirdo adding her without even knowing her, so ultimately I decided not to.

The other conversation was with my Cousin Phill and Steve and my Bro Peter.

"Wassssupppp homies" I replied to their Hi's.

"Have you guys heard about WoW?" Steven asked us.

"That new MMO RPG released a few years ago?..." Peter answered.

"Yeah ... you guys wanna start it?" Steven asked.

"Hmmm think it might be hard to play two MMO RPG's at the same time though..." I replied.

"Yeah but UO is starting to die though." Steve said.

"That is true..." Phill replied.

"Hmmm..... Shall we all try it then?" Pete suggested.

"Yeah sure let's give it a try then." We all agreed.

"So... let's all get the game by next Sunday okay?.." my Bro said.

"Sure." We all agreed.

"So CS source?..." Phill asked.

"Yeah let's go kick some ass!!!" Steven said excited.

"So Vent (Ventrilo)?" I said.

"Yeah Yeah." Peter replied, as we all began logging on into the Ventrilo server.

The last reaming conversation was just a cluster FK of my friends group and literally over 10+ unknown conversations, the spamming of message... I just didn't even bother to reply.

Putting on my headset and getting ready to go shoot some noobs with my Gaming crew, I began Loading CS Source.

"So how comes u was on so late today?" Steve asked me over voice.

"Ohhh... I was hanging out with a girl after Chinese School." I relied, joining the server.

"Niceeeeee, was it a date?" He replied.

"Nah we are just friends." I answered him.

"So do you like the girl?" He asked.

"Hmmmm she's nice and pretty.." I replied.... "But there is this crazy beautiful girl who goes to my college named Jade...." I added.

"Ohh nice did you talk to her?" he asked.

"Nope.. I was too afraid" I answered.

"Don't be sacred just go up to her and say hi, It's easy." He explained.

"Yeah... I know that... but I dunno why but I'm super scared." I replied.

Between the rounds I kept an eye on the conversation Jade was in hoping that she will start talking at some point in time. Eventually much later into the night, Jade miraculously said "Hi"

Eager to reply, I waited a little, so it wasn't so obvious that I have a big crush on her. "Hi" I replied to her after waiting a minute or two, so it sounds sound like I was exited to talk to her.

"Ohh Hey Paul :)" she replied.

"Where did you go off too?" Zia asked.

"Ohh just gaming..." I replied.

"OHhh I see!" He said.

"OHHH what game?" Jade asked.

"Counter Strike Source." I answered her

"Ohhh my little brother plays that!" She replied. 

"Ohh that's cool!" I said.

"So wassup? What's everyone up to?" I asked.

"YouTube watching random videos" Jade answered.

"Watching TV with family." Zia said.

"Reading Jessica." added.

"Just talking" Stephanie answered.

"Watching football." Ransford said.

"Doing my nails." Michelle answered.

"Ohh I see cool cool." I replied.

"So does anywhere watch Kdramas?" Jade asked.

The girls all replied yes and went on to talk about certain Kdramas and which ones they love and the 'Hot' actors. I quietly sat there reading their conversation with no input. Eventually the night went on and every made their way to bead one by one.

'AND AGAIN NO ONE ADDED ME TO THEIR FRIENDS LIST!!!!! ......…. WHAT MUST I DO???!!!'

Paul an extremely geeky reclusive socially inept young teen who for the first time in his life attending a mixed college to study A-levels. 

Helplessly falling in love at first sight with a beautiful Indian girl during opening day, laying a dormant seed deep within the bowels of his heart and soul. 

Unable to find her during the start of college, a blossoming friendship develops with a seemingly perfect Chinese girl, beautiful, smart, funny and surprisingly has an interest in the hopeless geek.

Join Paul’s first ever romance spanning nearly two and a half decades, experiencing his growth through life and every awkward, funny, heart break, betrayal and the inevitable curve balls life throws at him.

"It's all just basic knowledge. You can easily learn about them with a little online research," Zhang Heng entered the keywords as he said. He typed in a combination of two words—Alien + Cretaceous, but only nonsense showed up in the search result.
He saw conspiracy theories like, "The Horrible Truth: Aliens killed dinosaurs!" Evidently, the information he wanted might be located in this pile of garbage news. There was even an article that went with the title, 'Aliens have already visited earth!' and 'Eleven pieces of evidence that prove the Chinese are the ancestors of aliens!' Naturally, none of these proved any useful.
So Zhang Heng recalled Lin Sisi's weekly journal again. He changed the keyword combination this time and typed in Alien+Disaster+Access Denied. Simultaneously, to prevent anyone from deleting anything from the database, he used a VPN to access the internet this time. Although Google had withdrawn itself from China, its algorithms still grabbed information nonstop from Chinese websites. Zhang Heng could take advantage of it to complement Baidu Snapshot.
This time around, he found something worth a read. He then turned on both computers, and after spending ten minutes with Bai Qing reading through the posts, he found only one that could be useful. It was a short horror science fiction story written by a professional author, and it happened that the forum did not remove it. The author seemed to really put his passion into the account, yet only a few comments were below it. Most of the words there, however, served to criticize.
[I don't think it will work.]
[You can't say that. Maybe the author had been replaced by an alien. That's why his writing is so bad.]
[It makes sense now. That explains everything.]
...
Bai Qing could not help but send a reply.
[I think it's quite a good idea, and it'll be even better if you just keep writing! You can do it!]
However, it seemed the author had a hard time dealing with the negative comments. His last login was three weeks ago, and he had never visited the forum since. Zhang Heng noticed the previous comment, though. It was posted only one day ago, and the person's username was Voyager 1. The comment made no sense at all. 
[Are you Fermi Paradox? So, you are using that thing to write science fiction?]
Zhang Heng looked at the ID and saw that the person was online.
So he sent Voyager 1 a private message.
[Can you talk more about the Fermi paradox?]
[Wait a moment.] replied Voyager 1.　　
After about two minutes, he sent a second message.
[My boss was just watching us. I don't want him to know that I'm looking at other things during working hours. You want to learn more about Fermi Paradox? Can't you just search it on Baidu?]
[No. You mentioned something about a science fiction novel earlier.]
[Oh, oh, you're referring to that thread. I think you might've got the wrong person. That guy does not belong to this forum. He used the same username on Douban as well. He is a very mysterious guy—he only logs in from 5:30 to 6.00 every day, and you'll never see him before or after. He's as punctual as a robot.]
Zhang Heng silently pondered upon it. If this ID belonged to Lin Sisi, it made sense that she would only come online at a particular time since her parents restricted her computer usage—a common practice for most families with young children. The peculiar behavior had made her even more mysterious among the forum members.
[What do you know about her?] Zhang Heng asked.
[Her? You're saying that Fermi Paradox is a girl? Speaking of which, I don't remember she has ever mentioned her gender. I don't know her too well. She usually comes online when we get off work. I remember she was a very serious person. She would argue if she thinks she's right, and she would not give up until you surrender or it was time to go offline. I must say, though—she was quite knowledgeable. Some even suspected that she must be from some research institute or a schoolteacher.]
[Oh?]
[By the way, our group organized a stargazing outing a while ago. Fermi Paradox asked a lot of questions and mentioned that she would come with two of her friends. Later, she told us that her family wouldn't allow her to join. At that time, we speculated that he was a married man, and his wife was quite strict.]　　
Zhang Heng and Bai Qing exchanged glances. It appeared they found the right person this time. 
He continued typing.
[What is that set of things you mentioned earlier?]
[Oh, didn't "The Three-Body Problem" win a prize last year? Communicating with aliens has become a burning topic recently. I remembered about three weeks ago, Fermi Paradox posted something about this topic, saying she managed to decipher a part of a radio emission from space.]
[What happened after that?]
Voyager 1 was very patient. Since he had nothing better to do, he continued explaining the whole thing.
[The so-called radio is actually some sort of electromagnetic radiation. It can penetrate interstellar medium, traveling even further to deliver information to distant galaxies. Scientists use radio telescopes to observe and study radio waves. The largest radio telescope in the world is the Arecibo Radio Telescope in Puerto Rico, spanning a diameter of 350 meters. But in the second half of this year, our country's 500-meter wide FAST radio telescope should be completed. It should then be the largest radio telescope in the world.] proclaimed Voyager 1 with pride.
[I know what a radio telescope is.] replied Zhang Heng.
[Actually, I want to know how Fermi Paradox deciphered the radio waves.]
[Hold on.]
The enthusiastic Voyager 1 logged in to Douban, and two minutes later, he sent a shocking reply.
[The post has disappeared.]
[What is its title?] Zhang Heng asked.
[It is called "I deciphered a part of a radio emission." Fermi Paradox said that she discovered that a part of a radio emission contained some crucial information. However, during that time, no one in the group believed her. Radio emissions are typically emitted by astronomical objects and carry no meaning. Since it is electromagnetic radiation, it can theoretically be used to store information. But it is hard to imagine an extraterrestrial life-form converting a pulsar into a radio transmitter. Everyone thought she was joking, and for the first time, she didn't argue with us. After that, no one talked about it anymore.]
Zhang Heng searched the post's title but found that it had been completely deleted from the internet. He remembered the man he met who had the skills to edit surveillance videos. It seemed that some computer expert was living among them.
"What should we do now?" Bai Qing asked. This was a terrible feeling. Now that they were on the right path and one step away from the final answer, they became stuck in the last section.
Before Zhang Heng could reply, there was another message from Voyager 1.
[Well, it doesn't really matter that the post is gone. Anyway, I have learned her deciphering method. However, it can only be used to decipher that particular radio emission. After that, I cross-checked the radio emission found on the internet, but I couldn't find the radio emission that she mentioned. So, I figured she might have made the whole thing up.]


Growing up with eccentric materialistic parents who left him in the care of his grandfather for a job overseas, Zhang Heng had learned to adapt and be unfettered by the oddities and challenges in life. But he would soon learn the baffling truth about the world he thought he knew when one day at midnight time froze and he found himself in a world so quiet and still it was deafening. That night, he discovered that he had 24 hours more than everybody else and thus, marked the beginning of his adventures. The mysteries surrounding his newfound ability only deepened when a strange old man claimed to have given Zhang Heng that ‘gift of time’ and recruited the young man to participate in a cryptic ‘life-changing’ game on his behalf. Little did Zhang Heng know that accepting those terms meant embroiling himself in many versions of reality and exposing himself to the hidden secrets of the world—a decision he could never undo.

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