How about holding billions of wealth and supreme power? I can control your life.

Started it for fun, I know it shit please give some feedback so I can improve it :)

The story is about a guy lived his comfortable life in a forest, then an unknown girl appeared out of nowhere which has led to the radical downfall of the guy's normal lifestyle.

A short story inspired by an old Chinese poem A Song of Yue Person and a history record dated back from around 500 BC,

This story in the historical record only consisted of a few lines. But the romance between the Yue girl who sang the song and Lord Ejun has been immortalized for more than two thousand years because of her poem.

A chivalrous adventure fiction based on romanticized historical events in  the Spring and Autum and The Warring States Era of ancient China. The story is written from the perspective of the immortal peoples - Ying, Xuanye and Yue Maiden,  who lived, experienced, and recorded the history. 

Book 1 :
Yue Maiden saved a fugitive prince from Chu State who fled from a rebellion. The unlikely romance happened between them, and for thirteen years they lived happily.   Her love story and poem are immortalized forever in history. 

Book 2:
The story is about Ying the immortal who helped King Goujian of Yue to conquer the Wu State and wiped it off the map forever.  A  story of a beautiful young girl who turned into a sword forger who took a vow to be a sword of justice. 

Book 3:
Xuanye - the handsome and righteous immortal who became an immortal during the rebellion that toppled the Western Zhou Dynasty. He then helped the legitimate ruler and friends to found the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, and the Vassal State of Qin.

I wrote all of my poems and there are more to come. 
     The first poem is about a girl that is confused and questioning random things about life. 
     The second poem is about a relationship about a girl feeling like she is doing something wrong in the relationships and how she feels about how she caught her boyfriend cheating on her out of pain.

"Idiot!"
Saturday morning came, and Yang Xiaoman turned back to glare at the sleeping Xu Mang, suddenly pitying this poor excuse for a man. How could someone be this idiotic? What had happened to the burning determination and undying passion he had had yesterday? Did a dog come and eat it?
He had gone on and on about losing from the starting line, about how the meaning of life was to fight, about how learning was the best way to fight… but the next day came and his face was basically glued to his desk again, what gives!
"Sigh…"
"Why do I have to sit so close to someone like this?" Yang Xiaoman let out a heavy sigh and stared wistfully out of the classroom window, her mind drifting off to a storybook world where she sat in a lavish castle wearing a princess gown, waiting for the arrival of her knight in shining armor.
He's here!
He's finally here!
Dreamland Yang Xiaoman's heart was pounding in her chest, she could see the outline of what appeared to be a small army, but he wasn't coming to take her land, instead… he was coming to take her hand in marriage!
"Croak croak~"
"Hehe..."
"Your highness! The Frog Prince, Xu Mang, has arrived!"
Suddenly...
Yang Xiaoman jolted awake from her daydream. What had just happened!? Where was her knight in shining armor? Why was it a frog prince? Well, frog princes were a common fairy tale trope so it wasn't too out of the ordinary, but why was it Xu Mang of all people?!
Disgusting!
Inconceivable!
Insane!
He had not only ruined her real life, he had even tainted her imaginary one.
***
Recess.
It was finally lunch time.
Xu Mang stretched lazily and prepared to head off to the cafeteria when he was faced with Yang Xiaoman blocking off the classroom door, anger, and rage exuding off of her flat-chested self. Xu Mang was more than a little confused.
What was going on? Which unfortunate guy had made the poor decision to mess with her this time?
"Think about what you've done today!?" Yang Xiaoman questioned him angrily.
What?
What had he done?
Xu Mang sifted through his memory for a bit. He had done everything how he usually did, he had taken the bus to school, gotten off one stop early, bought three buns, and then… Wait, had she already figured out who the true culprit was?
No, that wasn't it...
'If she found out the drop of meat juice had come from my hands, I wouldn't still be standing here pondering the question.
'Whatever, I can't be bothered to think, she can do whatever the hell she wants!'
[Survival Instinct Skill detected, Survival Instinct Skill has been unlocked]
What's this?!
"Hey, could you like… give me ten minutes to think about it?" Xu Mang asked carefully.
"..."
"Fine!" Yang Xiaoman answered, crossing her arms.
Xu Mang stood still and entered Blank mode...
Survival Instinct +1
Survival Instinct +1
Survival Instinct +1
The limit has been reached.
"Hey, system… help me get Yang Xiaoman to let me go."
[System has detected, this woman isn't to be messed with.]
[Hint: Just give up.]
Xu Mang: :0
***
"Have you figured it out?" Yang Xiaoman was getting impatient.
"..."
"What do you think?"
Yang Xiaoman:(*￣︿￣)
***
In the afternoon, they had four Chinese classes in a row.
Their Chinese teacher, Ms. Wang, brought a stack of tests with her into the class. They were already in their last year of school and most of them had already gotten used to living and breathing tests, so they weren't too surprised.
The papers were quickly handed out to the students including Xu Mang, who was finding it very hard to open his eyes after Yang Xiaoman had punched them shut.
Chinese...
It was his bread and butter!
Xu Mang might not have had much confidence in his other classes, but that definitely wasn't the case for Chinese class. It was his best subject! He didn't do exceptionally well… only averaging about fifty or so during his exams, but compared to his other subjects, he was basically a Chinese prodigy.
"The sun by day and the moon by night, appear to rise up from the deep; The Milky Way with stars so bright, sinks down into the sea in sleep[1].—— What emotions do these four lines express?" 
What emotions?!
Wasn't the poem just about the sun, the moon, and the stars?
Um...
Xu Mang got it, quickly scribbling down his answer on his test sheet.
"Ans: It expresses the author's desire to become a famous ancient astrologist."
Done!
Next question!
Another poem?
"On war-torn land streams flow and mountains stand, In vernal town grass and weeds are o'ergrown. _______________, ______________." [2]
Xu Mang was baffled… Anything that required him to memorize things had never been his strong suit. Xu Mang was much more adept at the understanding aspect of Chinese, so when he was faced with fill-in-the-blank questions like these, Xu Mang had no other choice but to leave it blank.
But of course, just for the sake of completion, Xu Mang copied down the previous two lines into the blanks, at least it looked complete now!
Xu Mang was on a roll, blazing past the remaining questions and finally getting to the essay question.
"Please write an essay with the theme of "Time", the essay must have no less than 800 words, no format is specified."
Time?
How should he write this?
The theme being "Time" was way too broad, and yet, the broader the topic, the easier it was for him to accidentally write something out of topic, missing the original point of the question setter. Those 800 words written down with sweat and tears wouldn't even be worth thirty marks.
Time...
Time...
Maybe I could write about the time travel paradox in the Theory of Relativity? But where would I even start?
"System… how many points for full marks on this essay?"
[System has detected, a Full-Mark Essay will require: 80 points (Chinese Skill)]
Kinda expensive...
But it was worth it!
Xu Mang grit his teeth and selected the pay option.
Suddenly, an essay about "Time" surfaced in Xu Mang's mind's eye, including its main argument and the lasting effects it would have on society.
Amazing!
How come I never thought of that!
Xu Mang briefly skimmed through what he had written. The essay pointed out a major problem people faced everyday, and through the main character's past experiences, uncovered a scam, subsequently warning all teens to not repeat those actions.
Words flowed from the tip of his pen.
"Your time holds indescribable value, welcome to the 'World of Warcraft'... Everyday, I find myself drawn to this game, and yet, I do not know what it is I am searching for in that virtual world, just as I do not know what path to take on the long journey that is life…"
***
It was done.
Halfway through their test, they were offered a ten minute break that was extremely hard to come by. Their class relaxed once again from the tense silence of the past hour, and there were those that compared answers, those who were already in tears, and those that were shouting their regrets...every type of post-exam syndrome could be found.
"What do you think?" Xu Mang rushed to Yang Xiaoman, his face full of concern. "Are you gonna pass?"
"Idiot…"
Yang Xiaoman didn't care enough to answer Xu Mang's stupid question. In her world, there was no passing or failing. It was only the question of was she going to get full marks, or was she going to almost get full marks.
Why… Why was she acquainted with a person like him?
Yang Xiaoman was fully distraught. She had held her head high and proud ever since birth, and she had thought that she was going to do so until the day she died. However, suddenly, this fusion of crazy and dumb had decided to enter her life...
She was going crazy!
When would this suffering be over… She couldn't wait any longer for them to enter university.
"You…"
Just as Yang Xiaoman wanted to tell Xu Mang to go away, she found that the guy's face was already stuck to his table and he was snoring… Was he the reincarnation of the God of Laziness or had the God of Sleep decided to inhabit his body? Just a second ago, he had been jumping around, talking and laughing, and yet at the very next moment, he was sleeping like the dead...
This was all this guy's life was going to amount to, huh?
No direction in life whatsoever, stumbling through the motions, following whichever way the wind blew…
...
[1] The original question was from the poem"观沧海"
[2] The original question from the poem"春望"


Just when Xu Mang decided to put in effort, God graced him with His presence. But then, Xu Mang made a huge blunder, and God was chased away.
From then on, Xu Mang decided to just be a dead fish.
“Ugh…”
“Actually, being a dead fish isn’t bad either.”
“Because even lying down, I can still win.”


Silence!

Not a single person spoke!

Zhang Ye was not at all surprised to see them speechless.

Li Honglian was already at a loss of words, "You...That poem..."

Zhao Guozhou could not understand Russian, "Old Li, translate it. How's the poem?"

Li Honglian cleared her throat with a cough, "That, I...I, too, did not understand it too well. *cough* I only understood a small portion."

Ah? Even you, as a person who studied Russian, did not understand it? A few of the interviewers nearly fell off their chairs!

"Prose poems are like that. Russian is also a bit harder to understand. Besides, Little Zhang said it pretty fast..." Li Honglian came up with an excuse.

Zhang Ye immediately said, "Then I'll translate it into Chinese and recite it once again."

Even after seeing Director Li being taken aback, a young interviewer was still unwilling to give up. He wanted to gain back some reputation for his Leader. As Chinese phrases were rich and contained all sorts of variations, it was different from Russian. Chinese was the only way to test a person's ability. I can't understand Russian? Then I can definitely make a fuss about the Chinese translation! I won’t let it rest if you misuse a single word! I will fail you! This person still remembered the secret intentions behind his Leader's words. So what if you know Russian? The poem needs to be good, too! You think that you can foolishly pass the test by saying some random Russian phrases? How can it be that easy!?

Everyone had different thoughts as they focused fully on the Chinese version of Zhang Ye's recitation!

Zhang Ye could read some of their minds just by looking at their eyes. He knew that they still thought lowly of him. With a sneer, his emotions were perfectly aligned with his recitation. "Up above the sea's grey flatland, wind is gathering the clouds. In between the sea and clouds proudly soars the Petrel, reminiscent of black lightning. Glancing a wave with his wingtip, like an arrow dashing skyward, he cries out and the clouds hear his joy in the bird's cry of courage. In this cry–thirst for the tempest! Wrathful power, flame of passion, certainty of being victorious the clouds hear in that bird's cry. Seagulls groan before the tempest, – groan, and race above the sea, and on its bottom they are ready to hide their fear of the storm..."

It was still calm in the beginning!

However as the poem reached its climax, Zhang Ye's tone became more pressing. His volume increased, "The wind howls . . . the thunder rolls . . . Like a blue flame, flocks of clouds blaze  above the sea's abyss. The sea catches bolts of lightning drowning them beneath its waves. Just like serpents made of fire, they weave in the water, fading, the reflections of this lightning–Tempest! Soon will strike the tempest! That is the courageous Petrel proudly soaring in the lightning over the sea's roar of fury; cries of victory the prophet..."

Why do difficulties always befall me?

Why is the world always this unfair?

But! So what if that was the case! So what if my body was shattered! This is the road I chose! I will not retreat! I have no fear!

Zhang Ye took a final breath and said loudly, "–Let the tempest come strike harder!"

The final stanza of the poem was engraved in the hearts of many in Zhang Ye's previous world. It boiled one's blood and, now throwing it into this world, it similarly injected itself into one's blood!

Zhao Guozhou turned dumbfounded hearing this!

Li Honglian also felt goosebumps!

The young interviewer who was thinking of finding fault with Zhang Ye's poem was now speechless. He did not even dare to breathe!

Silence!

Seeing everyone stunned by his poem, Zhang Ye felt discharged of his anger. His emotions escaped from the poem, allowing him to recover his calm. This society judged people by their looks and, over time, he had grown accustomed to it. As such, he did not have any scruples as long as he was selected, "Teachers, I have finished answering the second interview question!"

"Ah...Okay." Li Honglian's soul finally returned to her body. Previously, her thoughts had flown into the tempest together with that Petrel.

Zhao Guozhou said with a hoarse voice, "What's the name of this poem?"

Zhang Ye answered, "This poem's name is 'The Song of the Stormy Petrel'. In Russian, it also has the meaning of a person predicting the storm."

"What a good Petrel!" Zhao Guozhou may not understand Russian, but he could understand the Chinese perfectly. "A flying Petrel, a proud Petrel, a fearless Petrel. That is describing you, right? The power of poems is sometimes very miraculous. Young lad, you have given all of us a lesson today!"

"I don't dare to take that compliment." Zhang Ye said.

Everyone looked at Zhang Ye in a different light. Previously, reciting a thousand words off-script had shocked them greatly. Now, a casual recitation of a Russian prose poem that was at the level of a grandmaster had completely conquered the hearts of all the people present! His performance had also slapped all the interviewers in the face! Li Honglian had given this question to prevent Zhang Ye from passing the interview. It was clear that she was leading him into a trap, but she never expected him to give a perfect answer. And the answer even included Zhang Ye's anger and his unwillingness to accept the situation. It made them, as interviewers, ashamed!

From which stone did this sort of amazing person jump out from?

Li Honglian said with an expression that was hard to read, "That will be all for today. Go back and wait for the news."

Was he accepted or not? Zhang Ye was not sure either. He only said, "Alright. Thank you, Teachers."

He walked away and closed the door. Zhao Guozhou, who was all picky with Zhang Ye previously, immediately slammed the table, "My Literature Channel’s broadcast department wants this person!"

Li Honglian disapproved, "Old Zhao, didn't you say you were eyeing that little Xu?”

Zhao Guozhou turned indignant, "Little Xu can be given to anyone, but this person definitely cannot!"

"Are you even being reasonable?" Li Honglian began vying for Zhang Ye, "I'm having first dibs on Zhang Ye!"

"I was the one who had first dibs! Your foreign channel is not well-matched with him. With his literary prowess, he should definitely come to our Literature Channel. Say no more, Old Li. It's settled. Whatever good seedlings we have later will all be given to you. I will not vie with you!" Zhao Guozhou said without relenting.

"I only want him, not anyone else!" Li Honglian said with a cold face.

Zhao Guozhou said, "Last year, I gave up a good seedling to your foreign channel. This year, I'm definitely not giving up. Stop fighting me over this. Later, I'll give you a treat and, at most, I'll owe you one!"

……

Afternoon.

Jiaomen East.

After returning from his interview, Zhang Ye did not go to his parents' place. He still returned to his rental apartment. The small apartment was about 30-40 square meters, but he still liked it here. After all, this was his first time leading an independent life after graduation. He could not rely on his parents over every tiny thing. He planned to return home only after he had accomplished something.

Lunch was sumptuous. It was fresh prawns and noodles. Of course, it was the Master Kong branded instant noodles.

Without money, Zhang Ye could only make ends meet by eating instant noodles. He did not find it tough while working hard towards his ideal goals and, instead, he found joy in it.

Suddenly, without any premonition, a person opened the door with the use of a key.

Rao Aimin, who was dressed in an autumn dress, entered the apartment, "How was the interview?"

Zhang Ye, who was topless, was at a loss about whether to laugh or to cry as he wore a vest. "Landlady auntie, can you please knock first? I have my privacy, too."

Rao Aimin sat down with her legs crossed and snapped, "What sort of privacy does a little kid like you have? You did not pass the broadcasting host interview, right? I've already told you umpteenth times. Just make an honest living by working behind the scenes. With your looks, who would hire you to be in the spotlight? That is, unless they were blind!"

It was quite a coincidence when the phone rang.

Zhang Ye picked it up and it was the voice of a youth. "Hello, are you Zhang Ye?"

"I am, who is this?" Zhang Ye had a hunch, but he still could not believe it.

The youth said, "I'm calling from Beijing Radio Station. You have been accepted and the higher-ups want to inform you to come to the literature channel the day after tomorrow to complete the necessary paperwork. Congratulations."

"Yes, Thank you! Thank you!" Putting down his cellphone, Zhang Ye slapped his thigh. Great! He got it!

The telephone call's volume wasn't soft, so Rao Aimin also heard it. She said surprisingly, "Aiyah. Hey? It can't be? You actually managed to get hired? Every dog has his day. Even a rotten egg can be lucky one day!" Her tongue was indeed very venomous as she said, "Even you can be a host? Hehe, people have said that there are endless possibilities in the future for humans, but I never believed in miracles. However, after seeing you today, I finally know what the miracle of life is!"

Miracle of life, your sister*!

Can you not be so disparaging?

Zhang Ye was in a good mood, so he did not retort. He immediately picked up the phone and phoned his parents. He informed them of the good news that he was no longer a jobless person. He was to become a broadcasting host!

Becoming famous and being a celebrity was what he had always dreamed of. Today, he had finally taken his life's first step. Although it was a tiny position and he did not have the looks or the height, but now, because of the game ring's help, his dreams might actually be fulfilled. He remembered the notice displayed in his dream while the game was being installed. This game was to aid him in fulfilling his dreams, to become the greatest superstar in the world. Now, the results were striking. The saving ability he had obtained from the lottery had helped him reverse the situation. The newbie incentive reward that changed the literary background of the world had also played a miraculous role. Today, he could use the imbalanced knowledge of literature to build his fame. By gaining Reputation, he could draw at the lottery, obtaining treasure items to help him fulfill his dreams of being a celebrity!

I'm thriving!

This bro is going to thrive!

Immediately, Zhang Ye felt that even the Earth could not stop him!

Becoming famous? House? 

Girlfriend? That was really a problem! 
Bungalow? Have you even seen the world!? Can you live in that kind of broken down place? Does it suit the status of a world-famous person? If one wanted to stay, one had to stay in a large mansion! Several tens of thousands of square feet in size! 

As for a girlfriend? It has to be at least a super beauty like Rao Aimin! A girlfriend? Finding a girlfriend with my qualities? Are you cursing me!? How can I not go out with three to five beauties at once? Wouldn't it be a loss of face? I need to find at least five! That is just the beginning number! 

Rolls Royce car? Can you not be so humorous!? Can you really not be so humorous!? If I don't sit in a bulletproof car when I go out, what happens if I get assassinated? Ah? What to do?

Anyways, he would move up to the peak of the entertainment world, step by step. People would remember him. The world would also remember his bright and mighty name, Zhang Jingkong!

Eh, that's not right. You got it wrong!

It's Zhang Ye!

*In this novel, you will see a lot of ‘your sister’, ‘your granny’, ‘your grandpa’, etc. “Your abc” was originally a euphemism for “your mother” or other variations, which is a pretty vulgar curse word in Chinese that’s usually translated as the F word. 

‘Your sister’ is a common phrase used online. It is a derogatory term; but when used against people, it has a humorous take to it. Most people use it without any malice. It is also usually used in conversations as a harmless retort (similar to ‘screw you’ when used in a joking fashion), and can also magically reduce awkwardness in a conversation. The other variations for different relatives also have similar connotations.


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!

Suddenly I turn around, and I see her there, where lights are dim and faint!
Those on Weibo saw the poem that suddenly appeared. They were caught by surprise, gawking at the poem, reading it repeatedly!
In an instant, the entire internet went into a frenzy!
Those from the WA were stunned just from the first sentence.
Huang Lihua and Vice-chairman Shi were flabbergasted as well.
Easterlies of the night call to bloom blossoms of a thousand trees, as if blowing adrift stars that drizzle like rain.
The first sentence was describing the wind, and it was expertly written. The imagery was lifelike; describing the scene with the wind, it was beautifully scenic.
For a moment, time seemed to have stopped on Weibo. During that time, even the comments ceased. Those not in the know might even suspect that everyone's internet disconnected.
They were pulled into the poem, into the lively market, with a beauty walking along with the crowd. The crowd tried to locate her, yet she was nowhere to be found. Just as they were feeling dejected, turning around, they saw her standing near the flickering lights.
Such beautiful imagery!
It was only a poem, but everyone felt as though it was a story.
After they struggled to recover from their daze, Weibo exploded with activity.
[Amazing poem!]
[F*ck! F*ck!]
[Such composition, such a wonderful poem!]
[I don't know much about poems, but I know that this is f*cking good!]
[Divine inspiration, this is divinely inspired!]
[F*ck! I was so excited and tried to send gifts all the while. Only now I realize that there's no gift button. Damn!]
…
Meanwhile, Capital University's Wan Yun was in shock.
'Is this really a student from our Capital University? My student managed to compose a poem of this level? The heavens are blessing our Chinese literature!'
The comments on Weibo were like fireworks going up in waves. The number of likes increased by a few thousand every passing second, causing Weibo to malfunction temporarily.
Just how well was the poem written? An average person would not be able to tell.
However, those in the WA knew that this poem was really well done. The scenery and character were expertly brought to life. They were way better compared to the poems Ye Lingchen previously wrote.
That was the first time Ye Lingchen put his heart into writing a poem. In an instant, it subjugated everyone. It could be described as perfect, definitely worthy to be considered a masterpiece!
Those from the WA remained silent; some were even eager to go offline. They were too ashamed to stay around and were trying to find a hiding place.
'Novel Y...just what kind of person is he?'
'Composing a poem of this caliber on the fly. Is he still a human?'
However, someone soon noticed Ye Lingchen's choice of words. "First!"
[F*ck! First poem?! Could it be that Y intends to compose more?]
[Awesome! Would the second one be coming soon? I'll wait for it!]
The next instant, the second poem was out.
[The second poem, on the moon.]
[Moon Gazing with Distant Thoughts.
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
Lovers resent the long nights, where sentiments grow strong.
Snuffing the candle to appreciate the full moon, adorning the robe to feel the moisturizing dew. 
Regretfully unable to present this to my dear, I return to sleep, for a dream of cherished union.]
Amazing!
Another amazing composition!
The first sentence grabbed the hearts of all the readers!
Bright moon over the sea, sharing the same moment in distant lands.
This poem was about separation, projecting the sentiments onto the moon. Loved ones separated in distant lands sharing the same view of the moon. The long-distance separation was aptly described by this.
[I'm crying. Thank you Y for composing such a wonderful poem. Thank you! I've been working away from home for many years now. It's been so long since I last went home.]
[Above post, I'm in the same boat. I miss my hometown.]
[Sob sob sob, I've already made plans with my wife to share the view of the moon tonight. That way, it'll be like me watching it next to my wife.]
However, while they were still lamenting, the third poem was out!
[The third poem, on flower.]
[On Flower After Failed Examination.
Waiting for autumn to come, eighth of the ninth month,
Once my flowers bloom, hundreds of flowers perish.
Bursts of fragrance soar the skies as it penetrates Chang'an,
The entire city coated in golden armor.]
Once the poem was published, everyone was shaken even further.
The style of the poem was distinctly different from the two previous poems.
The previous poems were of restraint and separation. However, this poem gives off a feeling of tyranny, unrivaled dominance!
Such a change made it difficult for them to switch over.
This poem was domineering from the beginning to the end. It could be said that every word, every sentence struck awe into their hearts.
Just how prideful and confident must one be to write such a poem!?
[I suddenly feel that Y is writing this poem for himself. I wonder if any of you guys feel the same?]
[The first one I can think of is Y. Didn't you realize that once Y started composing poems, those fools from WA dare not utter a single word?]
[F*ck, it's true! His pride and domineering demeanor are oozing from his bones!]
[The fourth poem, snow.]
Ye Lingchen paused for a moment, but this time he laughed, suddenly feeling trollish.
He split up the upload, starting with the first sentence. [One, two, three and four.]
'Hm?'
Everyone was dumbfounded. Such an opening seemed very mundane.
[Five, six, seven and eight.]
[What's this? Counting game?]
Ignoring the masses, he uploaded the third sentence.
[Thousand, ten thousand, and countless.]
With that, the crowd could no longer hold back.
[Y, why are you suddenly learning from those WA members? Please don't!]
[F*ck! It's the end. Y's poem is starting to burn my eyes.]
[Is our Chinese literature going into decline now? No…]
However, the fourth sentence came.
[Disappearing into the plum blossoms.]
Boom!
All their minds were blown, ringing continually. They did not expect the last sentence to salvage the entire poem in that manner. 
That poem was by no means amazing, but it was simple. In its simplicity, it did not lose its rhyming. In a way, it could also be considered another masterpiece.
[Amazing! I knew Y wouldn't let me down.]
[The essential stroke. That's the real essential stroke!]
[Genius, definitely a genius. He's just doing as he wishes!]
[Hahaha, did any of you realize that Y's poem was picking on those poems that Huang Lihua was praising earlier?]
[It is! Wind, flower, snow, and moon. Hahaha…]
[I would like to ask, Master Huang Lihua, is the wind still gentle? Are the flowers still beautiful? Is the snow still white? Is the moon still bright?]
…
Composing four poems in a row, and each of them masterpieces. All that without any preparation beforehand; all impromptu work. Such level of poetry would have made him a champion in ancient times!
Others would have something to be proud of for life after composing one good poem. Instead, he wrote one after another, as if they were nothing. That was just beyond amazing!
Frightening, absolutely terrifying!
All those from the WA became mute, after which they started to delete their Weibo posts one after another.
They were ashamed of showing their poems. It was impossible to compare with Ye Lingchen. They could not afford to embarrass themselves any further.
Huang Lihua deleted the post where he criticized Ye Lingchen along with his other posts. Ye Lingchen's standards were way beyond most people out there. If his literature standards were considered low, then the entire China would have no standards to go by.
Just where did this monster pop out from? He was just too monstrous. Not someone one could afford to offend...


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

As soon as Yu Gangan stepped out of her ward, she saw the pretty boy and her auntie standing in front of a flower bed.
The pretty boy had a bunch of roses in his hands that looked exactly the same as the bunch that Fang Zhihan brought her earlier.
Yu Gangan subconsciously turned her body to avoid their gaze, but she was too late.
The old aunt spotted her from the corner of her eye and started calling from a fair distance away, "Gangan, Gangan..."
At the same time, Yang Tianyou ran as quickly as he could towards her with the roses in his hands. He then kneeled on the floor with one knee and presented a ring to her, "'If the feelings of both eternal stay, why must they be together night and day...[1]'"
Yang Tianyou's sudden poem recital was so lame that it sent chills down Yu Gangan's spine.
"I always thought that love was like this poem. But, that was until you got hurt and fell into a coma. 'I don't regret that my clothes are loose because I suffer and languish for you willingly'[2]. That's when I realized how much I loved you and that I couldn't lose you. You are my heart, my soul and my everything. I can only breathe with you by my side. Please marry me, Gangan. I will definitely make you the happiest woman on Earth!" 
Yu Gangan got goosebumps all over her body.
This was too cheesy.
How could he propose by combining classic poetry with phrases often used on the internet?
Did her 'husband', Fang Zhihan, shock them too badly?
Were they afraid that Fang Zhihan coaxed her away and ruined their ridiculous plan?
What was her older uncle's family up to and what benefits had they offered this pretty boy for him to willingly marry a stranger?
At this time, Yu Gangan's auntie rushed over and said happily as she tried to catch her breath, "Gangan, this is great! You and Tianyou can finally settle down together. This is so romantic. Marry him, marry him..."
The old woman clapped her hands as she kept repeating her last two words.
Her cheerful chanting quickly drew some onlookers to join in, "Marry him, marry him..."
After all, witnessing two lovers end up together was a romantic and moving thing.
With the support of onlookers, Yang Tianyou's smile grew bigger.
He looked gratefully at the people around them before he turned his loving gaze back to Yu Gangan, "Marry me, Gangan. I will continue to love you in the following 10, 20, 50 years and even in my next life and the life after that!"
As Yu Gangan listened to the voices around her, she felt like her head was being trampled by a herd of horses.
How could these nosy onlookers join in when they had no idea what the truth was?
But, the blame went to her auntie for being so calculative.
She was taking advantage of the situation to force her onto the wedding carriage and she was using the public to make it impossible for her to reject the proposal. 
Yu Gangan smirked and asked calmly, "Did you graduate from drama or Chinese opera? This proposal performance was very vivid and realistic."
Between her unclear smile, there was a look of ridicule.
Yang Tianyou's expression stiffened for a moment.
But, he quickly smiled again and said with increased sincerity, "Gangan, I know you've lost your memory and you can't remember me. I'm not sure if this proposal is a good representation of my love, but I can guarantee that I'll love you for the rest of my life. Marry me!!"
Yu Gangan looked at Yang Tianyou in slight amusement and coldly gave her response, "No!"
[1] (两情若是久长时,又岂在朝朝暮暮) These two lines are from a famous poem about a cow herder and a goddess who only get to see each other once a year. This day is observed as Chinese Valentine's Day.
[2] (衣带渐宽终不悔,为伊消得人憔悴) Two lines from another famous poem.


Beautiful doctor of Chinese medicine, Yu Gangan woke up from a coma one day to a cold, mysterious man. "Excuse me, you are...?"
A pair of profound eyes focused on her and replied, "Fang Zhihan, your husband."
Did this man take her for a fool? He was obviously a fraud!
A little while down the track, he pulled her into his arms and whispered beside her ear, "Who am I?"
This time, Yu Gangan froze and replied, "Fang Zhihan, my husband."
If he was a patient, then she was his sweetest medicine...

It was just over half an hour before the plane landed. 
The stylish lady with blonde hair and green eyes put out a small comb for her smooth blonde hair and the creaking static noises were heard. After putting her comb into her handbag, she fumbled out a bunch of jars and bottles filled with cosmetic products and started to refine her makeup elaborately in front of her small mirror. Richard couldn't help but think that maybe her boyfriend— or girlfriend! — was waiting for her at the Los Angeles International Airport? 
Not only her, but other passengers were preparing to get off the plane. Walking back and forth down the aisles, they were waiting in queue for the bathrooms. Sometimes, one or two brats wanted to pull at Richard's tail, but it dodged their grabbing hands flexibly. 
Not a fan of the scents of cosmetics or brats like Yi Le, Richard wanted to go to a quiet place close to the porthole. 
Fina was taking a nap on her seat closest to the porthole, while Zhang Zian was sleeping with his mouth open in the middle seat. Richard decided to bully the weak one. It fluttered its wings and landed on Zhang Zian's shoulder, looking at the brown coastline beneath the skyline afar through the porthole. 
Suddenly, it noticed its own figure in the reflection of the porthole—its whole body was covered with light grey feathers, and its dark red tail feathers appeared very perky. 
It looked at its body carefully, lowered its head, and used its beak to comb through the disheveled feathers on its chest. 
"Stop it." Zhang Zian sensed its movement. Half asleep, he opened his eyes, wiped off his saliva, and muttered. 
Richard didn't bother to care about this man, who was always at the bottom of the food chain of the pet shop. 
It remembered the day when it looked in the mirror for the first time in its life. 
At that time, it hadn't acquired the intelligence to know that it was a 'parrot', nor did it have the concept of how a parrot looked like in its head. When it saw its figure in the mirror for the first time, it thought another creature had intruded its body. It was so scared that it shivered in the corner. 
"Oh, darling, don't be afraid, it is you." Wearing her white coat, she was amused by its response and held it tightly in her arms, whispering to it softly. 
"Alex, look, this is you, you are a parrot." 
With her tender words, it felt like it was not as frightened as before. It was being trained to identify colors, so it asked, "What... color?" 
"Oh! Alex, you always surprise me! This is grey, look, your feathers are grey." 
"Come on, cutie pie, you've got another name—'Grey'!" 
That day was the first time it had looked in the mirror and it had remembered the color grey ever since. This gave it another nickname, "Grey", that she only addressed it with this when she was about to get angry. 
For example, when it sat on the plane with humans for the first time, it took away her shrimp salad, for it detested the stale fruit salad provided by the flight and declined to eat it. After several attempts at patient yet futile persuasion, she snapped, "Damn it! Grey! You must eat that fruit!" 
It surrendered and finished the fruit salad sheepishly, not because of her angry tone, but because it noticed the worried and anxious looks that she cast on it. 
Although overripe apples give off very disgusting smells, they could supplement the vitamins necessary for its body. After its infection to aspergillus, she was increasingly concerned for its health. 
And Richard was not willing to see her eyes filled with any concern.
...
"Liǎng gè huánglí míng cuìliǔ, yì háng báilù shàng qíngtiān—" 
"Two golden orioles sing amid the willows green; A flock of white egrets fly toward the blue sky—"
"No, no, baby, not qíngtiān, it’s qīngtiān. It’s pronounced in the first tone, not the second tone!"
In front of Richard’s left side was a family of four. The Chinese mother had been correcting her mixed-race son’s pronunciation numerous times.
"Mommy, I can recite too." Her little daughter, who also had the facial features of a mixed-race was very active, "Chūn mián bù jué xiǎo, chùchù wén zí yǎo…?" 
"My God!" the mother, who was the only person with the facial features of a Chinese person, rested her fingers on her forehead, "It’s ‘chùchù wén tí niǎo’ . You are even more impressive than your brother!"
The Chinese passengers around them burst into kind laughter. Though some foreign passengers didn’t understand what was going on, as joyfulness was contagious, they began to smile too. 
Richard also smiled ear to ear. 
As an Apprehensive Bird, it was familiar with classic Chinese cultures and could recite any popular poem in ancient China. But speaking of how it began to be exposed to the cultured in the first place, it was long time ago…
That year, she brought it to Tucson, Arizona, a southern city in the United States, and they lived on a farm eight miles from downtown. On many mornings, they would drink coffee and wait for the sunrise on the balcony together… 
When the sun rose above the Lincoln Mountains, she and it would look at the peak of Saint Catalina Mountain basked in the sunshine. Marvelous by the beautiful sunglows in lavender and pink, she would gasp in admiration frequently, "Dear Alex, look, how amazing nature is! You are all blessed by the creator!"
The insightful Old Time Tea praised the young doctor in the pet clinic for her knowledge of both Chinese and Western cultures. In fact, she was resourceful too. After living on the farm for a while, her native language probably didn’t have enough expressions to let her display her affections to the nature, she began to teach it Chinese idioms and poems such as "yún zhēng xiá wèi" —The rosy clouds are slowly rising— and "qì zhēng yún mèng zé" –Cloud and dream fall into the river. 
At that time, it was not able to comprehend such complicated expressions. What it did was just role imitation. Yet deep inside its heart, it still remembered the two poems that she recited the most— "shān guāng yuè niǎo xìng" –Mountain scene pleases the birds– and "yè dǐ huáng lí yī liǎng shēng" –Orioles are chirping around the leaves and branches.
It didn’t understand the meanings of these poems until it had become an elfin. And it was aware that how difficult it was for a foreigner like her to comprehend the classic literature of China. She often said that it was the pride of her life, and in fact, Richard was very proud of her. 
She meant the whole world to it. 
"X-art…brazzers…kink…digital sin… private…wicked…hey hey, foreign girls…I came, I saw, I conquered…" muttered Zhang Zian with a weird and disgusting smile on his face, it seemed like he was having some kind of happy dream.
Richard came to itself from its reminiscencing and shuddered! 
Why was this idiot speaking English so fluently right now?!
Luckily, he wasn’t talking loudly. If other passengers had heard him, they would probably call the police right away!
It disdainfully stared at Zhang Zian, whose saliva was drooping beside his mouth, and tried very hard with its wings to pull up the blanket that was slipping down his body. 
This idiot thought that he was lucky to run into it at the class of a Chinese professor randomly. 
Actually, it was attracted by the lecture. 
Though the old Professor Chen made students want to sleep when teaching modern Chinese, he had lectured the Ancient Chinese Literature vividly. In the previous session before Zhang Zian went in, he was introducing the poem collections of Nalan Rongruo, a famous Ci poet in Qing Dynasty. 
"We played riddles and enjoyed the aroma of spilled tea; At the time I thought such happiness came so naturally…yet those happinesses cannot be repeated anymore…"
It was stunned hearing the poem. 
"Love" was a complicated word for it in its previous life. But on the night before it died, it somehow had grasped the meaning of it, and when saying goodbye to her, it said, "I love you."
Even when turning into an elfin, "love" was still an unfathomable feeling for it. What puzzled it was that, although the sky’s the limit for an elfin, it still felt empty in a part deep inside its heart. Whenever it thought of her, it would be immersed in pain. They spent thirty years together. She taught it lessons, it accompanied her, and she would lose her temper at it if she was angry…a sharp-eyed journalist from The Times once reported that Doctor and it were living together just like a couple. 
Although it could understand the poetry meanings of the expressions praising the harmonious and happy married life now, that life was buried in the past and could never be repeated again. 
"If you love her, you should keep her company, but you should also let her go." It was aware what it should do, but couldn’t figure out the reason of its painful feeling…the poems in the class enlightened it. Because it could never stay by her again, it blamed itself for not being able to remember every detail in the thirty years they were together, and for not treasuring the happiness better. 
"We played riddles and enjoyed the aroma of spilled tea; At the time I thought such happiness came so naturally…"
Gazing at the coast in the far distance, its eyes became blurred gradually. Among the clouds, it seemed that her tender face had appeared. Although her face was full of wrinkles, in its eyes, she was still the young lady with charming smile thirty years ago. 
The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death. It’s that when I stand in front of you, you don’t know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world is not that you don’t know that I love you, but when I am missing you so much, I can only conceal my feelings inside my heart. 
...
"Attention, passengers. This is your captain speaking. We will be arriving at our destination, Los Angeles International Airport, in approximately 20 minutes. The local time is 11:00 a.m., the temperature is 9 degrees Celsius and it’s breezy and raining lightly outside. For those passengers looking forward to the sunshine in California, you might be disappointed. The runway is slippery, please fasten your seatbelts for the landing. Thank you for choosing us for your flight, we hope your mood. won’t be influenced by the bad weather. Thank you!"
The English announcement woke Zhang Zian from his dream. Noticing that Richard seemed to be absent-minded, he decided to make fun of it. 
"Richard, what are you looking at? What’s up there? Are you looking for a bird, like this one we are flying in?" he curled up his fingers, trying to flick it. 
"You moron, it’s just that some sand grains fell into my eyes." It avoided his attack flexibly, rolled its eyes towards him, and jumped back into its own seat like a gentleman, "Time for landing, fasten your seatbelt. Oh, good news, Los Angeles is raining."
Zhang Zian felt that a murderous stare was being cast on him from his left side. 



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