I am writing for myself and solely for fun. I don’t know English, so I’ll insert Google translation. Bye.

Translation from a Chinese novel. Enjoy !

This is the translation of the Chinese BL Novel, Counterattack.

So we finally got here. I have finally decided to tell the truth, the beginning of the story comes from a Chinese zombie story and a man who had the power to transport himself into a supermarket, the name Duke comes from another Chinese novel and the concept of the protagonist powers comes from another Chinese novel. So basically this novel is a hodge podge translation of all other different stories with some ideas stolen from different novels hence you can tell that it has some similarities with some Chinese novels not related to One Punch Man.
When readers began to pressure me for the link of the story I wonder where I can get the link of the story from for you since it does not exist unless I pull the link out of my ass. Which is impossible by the way since my ass does not have a link to this story. And the repeated comments that I can easily translate more of the story, no I can't refer to explanation earlier unless of course I translate more of the chapters from my ass. Which is impossible, so please do be more reasonable. Imagine the writer trying to write more chapters which he has to pull out of his ass while fearing the readers demanding for the link to the story and asking the writer to translate more of the chapters.
For your information I can't read Chinese, English educated, sad to say. Only my wife and child can read Chinese. As for my stories, all I can say is that I am very good with female characters, I wrote my first story with a female character in wattpad, it got more than 500,000 views within 6 months, oodles of crazy fans and now it should be up to 1 million views. There are also many fan fictions written about the main female character of my story. As for male characters, I am not so good at writing them... unless you like Duke ? Do you like Duke ? Tell me you like Duke ! Oops ! Got carried away there. By the way I never ever signed off on my story to the publishers after they offered to buy my character because just like Saitama, I am a part time writer for fun !
So, I have to apologise to my readers for telling you that this novel is translated, since you will find that this novel is different from other Chinese novels and there is a substantial difference ! So for all my loyal readers, I leave it to you to decide the fate of the story, "Reincarnation in One Punch Man World !". I would like to finish Part 1 of the novel Reincarnation in One Punch Man, but I leave it to you the fans to decide the fate of this novel. Please post your thoughts on the comment below whether I should continue or stop writing this story. I will of course go with the flow of the majority of the readers decision..... pss... don't lose to the people that want to stop the novel ... cough ... cough... I did not say that. I believe in freedom of opinions, I freely believe your opinions are wrong and that mine are correct...
So for today I will stop posting new chapters of Reincarnation in One Punch Man World and let you loyal readers vote to decide the fate of the novel.. cough... don't lose... cough... after today if more readers want me to continue, I will finish Part 1 of Reincarnation in One Punch Man World. After Part 1 is finished, I will be on hiatus for a while, writing this story while I am being shouted at to post more chapters have led me to make many mistakes on the story. But if you like my frantic way of writing the story then I will continue... if not all good things come to an end.
So please let me know the fate of the novel, if more people like it after one day of voting then I will continue. And please promote this novel with more power stones or tell your friends about it, because I am extremely bad with computers. But I do think I am a half decent writer, since this story was written without any outline... to begin with, in other words I pulled the story out of my ass...
So with that adieu until we meet again.

Translation from a Chinese novel about a person that reincarnated into One Punch Man. I love the novel so I am translating it here. If there is not enough readership I will drop the novel but if interest is high I would continue. If I drop it you can still read the complete story if you can find the original Chinese novel. Enjoy !

Dear readers that have been reading this translated novel. I have read all the comments and reviews from all of you. Thank you very much from the bottom of my heart. However, I would like to clarify one thing. This is a translated novel, and yes it is true that I got it from novel updates But I do not copy any of the translation from the translator webpage. And as a reader said that I stole from that webpage, I am sorry, I have read the novel long ago from the webpage but the translator has been on hiatus for long, and I am also waiting for her update but because of the waiting is too long, I decided to translate it myself. So, I started translated using this platform. Therefore, it is not allowed to translate the novel, I will completely cut of this translation novel and give way for the other webpage. Hence, I am still new to this industry of writing, translating, and reading, so please forgive me for my mistakes. Sincerely, thank you.<3..

p/s: I am not a native English speaker neither I can speak Chinese, what I translate is actually from google translate and with me editing the sentence structure.Heheheheh.

In her past life Gu Wei Wei’s heart was dug out by the man she loved, and transplanted into her best friend’s body. However, after rebirth she become Hua country’s number one conglomerate, Fu Han Zheng’s little girlfriend. She is being careful trying to take revenge against the people that hurt her. He protects her everywhere, pamper her to the extreme. Everyone said that Fu Han Zheng is cold and without emotion. That perfect husband that everyday tease her until she blushes and her heart beat, pamper her regardless anything, is it a fake husband?

“Sir, there are rumors between madam and the current popular male actor, CP ¹ was already formed.”

“Kill that male actor ! ”

“That’s your brother.”

“…..Then just beat him to death.”

CP: is the internet slang to describe couples in movies or TVs or real life couple. Normally it’s a fans made couple of two actors that they wish could be together in real life.

Qiao Zijin could not be bothered to listen to the praises that Qiao Dongliang and the ward mate had for Qiao Nan. Although she was sitting by the side, it was as if she was transparent. Qiao Zijin was really very bored sitting there.
Qiao Zijin was also not interested in reading a decent book. She had been studying nine out of the twelve months in a year. The school holidays were hard to come by, and she refused to read such books.
However, if Qiao Zijin read other types of books, she was afraid Qiao Dongliang would chide her. Hence, Qiao Zijin could only sit there, idling for the past few days.
Even when Qiao Dongliang needed to go to the restroom urgently, Qiao Zijin was of no help. It was either the ward mate or the ward mate's family who helped Qiao Dongliang there.
Qiao Zijin felt that she would rot if she continued sitting there in this way.
Qiao Zijin was only considering the problem from her perspective, so she did not realize that she sounded very abrupt and unfilial when she said this.
Qiao Dongliang was hit by a car and operated twice on the surgery table. He was literally fighting between life and death.
Furthermore, Qiao Dongliang's injury had not fully recovered. His wound might bleed if he moved too vigorously.
If not for the occasional help of the ward mate or the ward mate's family member, it was quite difficult to take good care of Qiao Dongliang given the family's current situation.
Under such conditions, it was necessary for Qiao Zijin to stay around to attend to any emergency situations. If anything happened and there was no next-of-kin by Qiao Dongliang's side despite him having spouse and children, was it not acceptable?
Qiao Dongliang's face turned black and no longer knew what to say to Qiao Zijin.
His elder daughter, Qiao Zijin, was not only having a sweet tongue and bitter heart for Old Ding but also for him.
At this time, Qiao Dongliang was thinking who else Qiao Zijin cared about in the family of four beside herself. Her character seemed overly self-centered and cold-blooded.
"Dad, why don't we do this? Mom will keep vigil at night. Sister and I will take turns during the day." Her father might be willing to teach, but it also depended on whether Qiao Zijin was willing to learn. If they took turns each day, Qiao Zijin should have no complaints, right?
Qiao Nan knew that Qiao Zijin was targeting her with her earlier words.
"Then, who should stay today?" Qiao Zijin's expression was more relaxed and her tone was better.
"I will, but I need to go home to take something first. I will be back soon. Before I come back, Sister, you have to remain in the hospital to take care of Dad," said Qiao Nan as she thought about the job that Zhai Sheng was going to pass to her.
"Sure." It was rare for Qiao Zijin to be so big-hearted.
"Dad, I will go back first, then." Having that said, Qiao Nan brought along the thermal food container and went back to the Qiao residence as soon as possible.
Seeing Qiao Nan in a fluster, sweating profusely while catching her breath, Zhai Sheng, who was waiting at the entrance of the Qiao's residence, knitted his brows. "No need to be in a rush. You could walk slowly."
"Brother Zhai, did I make you wait for a long time?"
"No." Zhai Sheng did not mention that he had waited for Qiao Nan for almost half an hour.
"Brother Zhai, come in first." Qiao Nan opened the door and soaked the thermal food container in the water. "Have you brought over the documents?"
"They are all here."
"Okay, Brother Zhai. I still need to make a trip to the hospital. I am really sorry to have troubled you to come." Qiao Nan took a look at the documents and locked the bulk of it in her bedroom, bringing only some with her. She also brought the English dictionary along just in case.
"Are you going to the hospital to take care of Uncle Qiao?"
"Yes, I am taking turns with my sister to take care of my dad during the day." Qiao Nan nodded as she carried the documents and left the house with Zhai Sheng. "Brother Zhai, I will be leaving for the hospital first. I will bring these documents to the Zhai's residence when I finish translating them."
"Sure." Zhai Sheng did not manage to speak much to Qiao Nan. She ran off with the documents in her arms.
"Alright, you're here. Then, I will go back and come again tomorrow." When Qiao Nan reached the ward, Qiao Zijin immediately stood up and left. She only said a quick bye to Qiao Dongliang.
"Nan Nan, you are warm and sweaty. Go to the restroom to wash and wipe your face with a towel first." Qiao Dongliang's heart went out to his younger daughter when he saw that she had been rushing everywhere.
Why didn't he discover that Nan Nan was so much more filial than Zijin in the past? She was so obedient and sensible. Indeed, those who complain the loudest get the most attention.
"Okay." Qiao Nan put down the documents carefully. She took the towel and ran to the female restroom to wipe away the sweat on her face and body.
"Nan Nan, what did you bring over?" After Qiao Nan came back, she started to stare at a pile of papers and seemed to be writing something with the pen in her hand. This was unlike the Qiao Dongliang who kept his silence when Qiao Zijin was around. He was now extremely concerned about Qiao Nan's situation.
"It's some original documents. Brother Zhai asked me to help with them," Qiao Nan said as she translated the documents.
True enough, Qiao Nan was unable to recall some words that she had not been using for a long time. She only managed to clarify them after a careful search of her memories.
Having done so much translation work, Qiao Nan had, in fact, long understood that it was much simpler to translate Chinese words into English.
For Chinese to English translation, although there might be occasional errors in the grammar or sentence structure, the contents could still be understood and would not deviate much from the original. On the contrary, English to Chinese translation was more difficult. A wrong sentence structure would result in a vastly different meaning.
Therefore, when Qiao Nan accepted translation jobs, initially, she would only take on Chinese to English translation. It was only until she was more familiar and confident would she dare to take on the English to Chinese ones.
Unfortunately, the assignment she accepted was a highly difficult one that required translation from English to Chinese. Qiao Nan could not help feeling nervous about it.
"My goodness, there are so many small tadpoles-like characters. Is this a foreign language?" Curious, the ward mate stretched his neck to glance over. His eyesight was good and actually spotted some of the contents.
Looking at the words on the papers, it was a pity that the words knew him, but he did not know them.
"I say, buddy, isn't your younger daughter too awesome? She can even understand the tadpole-like language. Didn't you mention that she is just about to enter high school? I reckon even the college students may not understand those tadpole-like words." The ward mate was amazed. What talent! It was no wonder Qiao Dongliang had been telling him that his younger daughter's grades were good, and she was the scholar of the provincial middle school examination. At one glance, he knew that she was someone with substance!
"I… I am not quite sure either." Not only the ward mate, but Qiao Dongliang was also shocked when he saw the bunch of tadpole-like words which made his eyes sore. "Maybe… maybe the content is actually not that difficult?"
"Alright buddy, don't be modest. Your younger daughter is obviously not an ordinary person. She will make it big in the future. You will be able to enjoy life one day."
In comparison to the elder daughter who would rather sit there, idling and dozing off, the younger daughter was diligent to the bones and so enthusiastic in learning.
"There is only half the day left, and your younger daughter is still keen to learn. She is very clear-minded. Given her attitude, she will be able to truly learn, unlike most children. If they are forced to study, they may receive a borderline diploma in the end but with a laissez-faire learning attitude."


Qiao Nan: Crap! I am your biological daughter, yet I am treated as if I was picked up from the streets. In fact, you treat me worse than that!

Mother Qiao: Qiao Nan, you are not as pretty or smart as your elder sister. You are not as blessed as her. You have no right to study, marry, or to have your happiness!

Qiao Nan: Why am I not allowed to study, marry, or to seek my happiness? I will find a man right now and marry him!

Qiao Nan is dumbstruck upon discovering that the man right beside her is a powerful figure in the quad—the person who has the most promising prospects to be the future Chief.

Qiao Nan stares at the well-built man in front of her. He has firm abs and cold, chilling eyes. She swallows the lump in her throat as she says her greetings, "Good Morning, Chief!"

October 12th, Tuesday…
Tengda Network Technology Co., Ltd… 
Li Yada had just finished speaking to a few translation workspaces. 
After talking to Boss Pei, Li Yada had contacted several reputable translation workspaces in the country. She had also distributed a portion of the game's synopsis for them to try translating.
Li Yada had purposely picked out a few riddles in the game for the translation workspaces to work on as well. She wanted to see how high their standards were. 
Most secondary plots required players to find clues and hints within poems. Only then would the relevant plot developments be triggered. These could only be captured by highly-skilled translators. 
On one hand, they had to capture the full meaning of the poem, being careful not to miss out on any important parts of the message. That would allow foreign players to solve the riddle in the poem. 
On the other hand, they had to ensure the poems remained beautiful. If such beautiful, ancient poems were translated into a pile of random facts; it would become meaningless. Players would not be able to appreciate the beauty of these words. 
Thus, this really put the translators' skills to the test. Ordinary translators would not be able to translate the poems well. 
The translation workspaces had already handed in their completed translation tests. After that, Li Yada handed them to Assistant Xin for reviewing, but the latter had rejected them all. 
The translations were not bad, but they had not quite captured the beauty of the language. 
Li Yada's English standard was average, but even she could roughly spot the flaws in the translations. 
It went without saying that the flaws were much more obvious to Assistant Xin, who was once an assistant to a famous international enterprise's Vice President. She was adept in three languages. While she was not good enough to translate the game, she was still able to differentiate the good translations from the bad. 
Thus, Li Yada told the various translation workspaces to redo their translation tests with higher standards. If they refused, Li Yada would have no choice but to turn them down altogether. 
Once she finished dealing with the translation workspaces, Li Yada began to feel emotional. Boss Pei was right indeed. 
They could not rush these things! 
Translating Repent and be Saved would be much more difficult than translating other games. If they rushed things, they could mess everything up and fail to ensure high-quality work. 
Their rush to produce the game in multiple different languages could end up damaging their own reputation. That was not a good representation of Tengda's way of working at all. 
Tengda had never been stingy with investments. As a company, they focused on every single detail and did it well. This was the core spirit that every employee of Tengda learned from Boss Pei. 
"Forget it. I'll take Boss Pei's advice and avoid rushing matters." 
Li Yada had tried to look for skilled translators who were reputable in the industry. However, it was extremely difficult to do so at such short notice, and she had no relevant connections as well. 
There were several professional translators and translation workspaces listed on the officials' website for resources, such as the ones whom Li Yada had already contacted. Yet, there was no guarantee that their standards would be high. 
Also, most reputable and skilled translators weren't interested in translating games. 
Normally, highly-skilled translators focused on translating contemporary, famous films. Comparatively, translating games would be akin to manual labor for them. Even if Li Yada tried to contact them, there was a chance that they would turn her down. 
What's more, Li Yada had no idea how to contact them. 
Thus, she finally understood that there was no rushing these things. She had to take things slow. 
On the other hand, her collaboration with Ma Yiqun of Zhongdian Chinese Network was going quite well. 
Ma Yiqun had approached Li Yada before, suggesting collaboration between the official novel and the game. She had happily agreed to this. It sounded like a win-win situation for both parties. What's more, at the heart of things, they were working for the same company. Collaborating would be akin to lending a helping hand. 
They started brainstorming together and quickly figured out a good plan. 
Li Yada discovered that Ma Yiqun was planning to organize a seven-day login event. After completing multiple tasks on the website for seven days in a row, the reader would be rewarded with a gift in the game. 
Li Yada pondered for a moment and decided to go one step further. They could link the accounts together!
All they had to do was allow one account to access Zhongdian Chinese Network, Tengda Games TPDb, and the like, right? 
This way, all players of Tengda's games could use their gaming accounts to log in to Zhongdian Chinese Network. Any reward they earned would be distributed to this same account. 
What's more, this would not be troublesome to set up. In fact, it could be easily done. 
As for the in-game rewards, Li Yada had thought about distributing consumables at first. These would include the three souls and seven immortal forms that could be used for upgrading, props to strengthen one's weapons, and so on. 
However, on further thought, she realized that it would be too stingy. 
Repent and be Saved was a buy-to-play standalone game after all; there was no need to be so stingy. 
She decided to distribute unique looks instead! 
However, it was far too late to create new models for the game now. Li Yada wrecked her brains and finally thought of giving players special items to change character models. They could make use of the existing pill's image, name them 'Look-Changing Pills', and allow them to be reused.
It would not be difficult to produce these pills; they would just have to change a few codes in the system. 
Of course, players would not be allowed to change the character models at will. Some monsters and bosses had huge models, which could result in bugs if they were altered. Thus, the pills would only allow players to change the appearance of characters that looked like the protagonist. This included small monsters and NPCs. 
At the same time, there would be a cooling-off period attached to these pills. All in all, the pills would only serve as entertainment. 
No matter what, there would be various female NPCs in the game who were quite good-looking. Although they would not be the most beautiful ladies, they would be considered beauties in the game's world. 
Thus, Li Yada thought that this would be particularly attractive for players. 
She made the necessary arrangements. 
After distributing the work to his subordinates, Li Yada accessed TPDb, intending to check Repent and be Saved's overall rating. 
All of Tengda's employees had already developed the habit of visiting TPDb when they had free time on their hands. After all, the website's ratings determined their following month's bonus. They could not possibly ignore them. 
The amount of revenue that the game generated was quite irrelevant; they only worked to generate revenue if it was convenient. If they wanted to earn bonuses, the employees had to ensure that their project's ratings hit the roof. 
"Eh? It's 9.1?!"
Li Yada perked up and sat upright. The rating had spiked! 
How did it increase so much in a single day?! 
On closer inspection, Li Yada realized that the games media had finally released their reviews! 
Ratings from games media held a huge weightage in the overall ratings on TPDb. The higher the ratings given by reputable and influential games media were, the higher the game's overall rating would become. 
Li Yada scanned the games media's comments and realized that they had nothing but praise for Repent and be Saved. 
"After producing Game Designer, Tengda Games has once again produced a refreshing masterpiece that redefines innovation. 
"This up-and-coming game company is always providing its players with novel experiences. In a few short weeks, players went from criticizing the game to praising it, and from rejecting it to fully embracing it. 
"Tengda Games can be counted on to produce superior works. It's almost as if the phrase 'cutting corners' doesn't exist in their dictionary. 
"Before this, no designer would have thought that such a difficult, hardcore game would succeed in the local market. Yet, Tengda Games has done it again. Repent and be Saved makes its players suffer willingly and find joy in the process. 
"That's why this game is expected to be the standard for perfect combat systems in the future.
"The game displayed originality by including the concept of the epitaph. From various other details within the game, one can also appreciate the designer's inspiration and talent. 
"Other designers would also do well to learn from this game's difficult mechanisms." 
Various other game reviewers and media also reflected similar sentiments. 
These reviewers and media were not reacting like many players did when the game was first released. This was because after one week, the players' impressions of the game had undergone a 180-degree change. These game reviewers and media took everything into consideration before writing their reviews. 
What's more, these game reviewers and media would not give the game a low rating just because they could not complete it. They were all professional. 
Ordinary players only gave Repent and be Saved a low rating out of vengeance, after seeing how difficult the game was and suffering through it. However, these game reviewers and media could see other things: 
The game's quality, the outstanding combat system, the beautiful scenery and style, the complexity and depth of the plot, the glorification of traditional Chinese culture to a certain extent, and the gameplay and originality of the system which pointed out the future direction of action-based games' development…
Since the game reviewers and media were incorporating all of these considerations in their rating of the game, it was no wonder that they gave such high ratings! 
Among all of these things, Li Yada was the proudest of the official platform's review. 
"Repent and be Saved depicts a helpless world that is born out of ancient Chinese culture. The artistic recreation of this world gives players a brand new experience. 
"This is a helpless world set in the Degenerate Age, where the six realms are broken. Its outstanding difficulty allows players to feel the helplessness of being stuck in a world like that. Again and again, they are tortured by death. However, this world also hides countless curious secrets. It pushes every single player to pick himself up after each revival, in the hopes of accomplishing his personal mission to save the world! 
"Deep ancient poems, torturous fights, rich background stories, and hidden philosophies; these are what make Repent and be Saved a memorable experience and a risk worth taking! 
"This is the most praise-worthy thing: while domestically-produced, traditional Chinese-style games are on a decline and other local game developers slavishly copy foreign developers, Tengda Games chose to walk a path of absolute originality."
"Repent and be Saved has blended traditional Chinese culture into the background story, the game's content, and the game's core spirit extremely well. It plays an instrumental role in spreading traditional Chinese culture in the new age. 
"May other game developers and designers push the boundaries of their minds and learn from Repent and be Saved, to further glorify traditional Chinese culture and build the game industry's confidence in our heritage!"
Of course, the official platform had to do something to express their validation of the game. 
Without any doubt, Repent and be Saved would be given a few more recommendation spots. This was to be expected. 
Li Yada could not help but feel emotional. Boss Pei is Boss Pei indeed; he did not have to put in much effort in producing such an outstanding game! 
Official recommendations… what are those to Boss Pei? He's received so many of those! 
Li Yada read the media's praise for Repent and be Saved once again, feeling pleased with herself. 
"I took over the development of this game midway through, but I contributed to the game's success!" 
She had still been reading the game's reviews when the lady from the front desk ran over. 
"The official platform's staff just called. They wish to discuss translating a foreign version of the game." 
"Huh? The official platform's staff?" 
Li Yada did not dare to brush it off. She quickly got up to receive the call. 
The official platform had Tengda's office number; that was why they called the front desk directly. 
Li Yada felt quite excited. After all, this was her first time speaking to the official platform's staff over the phone. After exchanging a few pleasantries, the other party quickly dove into the purpose of his call. 
"May I ask if you have any intention to produce Repent and be Saved in other languages and venture into the overseas market?"


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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27th June 2019KK

Chapter 9: Desk Partner

Unfortunately, the worst student at English in this group happened to be Huang Shao who was fifth in line. At this moment he is very busy calculating which question would be his and quickly turning around to other classmates asking them what they wrote and why they chose it.

After finally obtaining the answer, the third student wasn't able to provide an adequate answer and the teacher said: "Next student, answer the same question."

Huang Shao: "...….."

Once again he searched around frantically for the answer to the fourth question.

Once it was his turn, the teacher looked over and smiled: "Dear, after working so hard did you manage to get the correct answer?"

Huang Shao stood up bitterly. He couldn't straighten his back and with eyes filled with sadness he looked up at the podium while internally cursing out the teacher – A devil. Such a devil.

"Teacher, I don't know…."

The English teacher: "Please speak English." (KKnotes: Spoken in English.)

Huang Shao: "….. Sorry, I don't know." (KKnotes: As above.)

His face was bitter and his face had wrinkled up into a big meat bun. The other students couldn't help but snicker at his misfortune. Even his desk partner Jiang Yang sprawled across the table secretly laughing at him. Huang Shao glared at him but this only made him laugh harder.

Unfortunately, less than two seconds later he couldn't laugh anymore.

System: "Random task: Please become Qin Xu's desk partner. Time limit is one day. If you fail there will be a punishment. Punishment: While the national flag is raised on Monday, before all the teachers and students of the school, shout out —- Qin Xu, I want to be your friend."

Jiang Yang: "…..Fuck!"

He couldn't help but swear out loud. He wanted to beat up the system; beat it up until even the original manufacturer would not be willing to accept it back.

This punishment is too extreme.

Jiang Yang was too agitated by the news and didn't control the volume of his voice well. The teacher at the podium heard his words and slowly looked over to him: "Jiang Yang, stand up."

With a dark expression, Jiang Yang slowly stood up.

"As I have said before, I want you to use English as much as you can when you're in my class. So Jiang Yang, can you express what you have just said in English?"

Jiang Yang: "...…." His expression had gradually become one similar to those of Huang Shao's.

Under the ardent encouragement from the English teacher, Jiang Yang very reluctantly responded: "…..Shit." (KKnotes: Spoken in English.)

"Almost, but to be more accurate it could be holy shit or bloody hell. I'm sure you all have watched plenty of British and American shows so you can pay attention to how they say it. I know most of the boys here are in the science stream and many don't like to learn English so I won't talk about how it will be benefit you in the future when you start working but it is very fulfilling when you become able to watch the shows without the need for subtitles and travel overseas without needing a translator. I hope you all study hard. I can assure you that this won't do you any harm."

The English teacher said this slowly and only allowed Huang Shao and Jiang Yang sit back down when she was done. She then proceeded on to the next classmate.

After a stimulating English lesson, Huang Shao finally couldn't help but grab onto Jiang Yang's thigh: "Good brothers always go together. Wwuwuwu, I'm so moved—–"

Jiang Yang slapped his face away, "Get lost. I want to go out."

Huang Shao eyes widened in curiosity: "Go where?"

Jiang Yang was still annoyed with the systems words and said irately, "Going to the school's office to report to them that you've been playing with your phone during class."

Huang Shao responded even more enthusiastically. While fake crying and clinging onto him like a koala he wailed miserably: "Don't. We are brothers that have gone through nine nine eighty one adversaries together. Together, we rise or die. You can't do this to me, it's too cruel. My phone is a part of me. Without it, I can't live anymore wuwuwuwu!"

Jiang Yang only coldly push his forehead away with his palm, "Nine nine eighty one adversaries? Are you my second brother?"

Huang Shao suddenly became serious: "What second brother? Of course I am the mighty Tian Peng marshal! So——please don't report me!"

Jiang Yang: "...…"

He surrendered to this idiot here.

He waved his hand weakly and casually said: "Get lost, the head teacher was looking for me. If he asks me why I'm late then I really will report you."

Huang Shao quickly released his hold and made a help yourself gesture while smiling: "Elder please go safely~"

Jiang Yang who finally made it out of the classroom went straight to the office to find the head teacher and ask him about the issue regarding desk partners. He had already thought of a good excuse. He and Qin Xu both had subjects that they excelled more at while they also had subjects that they didn't perform too well in. Coincidentally, they were exact opposites in this matter and this was especially the case for physics and chemistry. Jiang Yang planned to use this excuse to ask the teacher to put them together so that they could help each other with their studies.

The head teacher listened to his words and thought over it for a while. In his eyes, these two students were pretty smart. It was just that they were too partial to selected subjects. If this wasn't the case then they would be swimming in smooth waters. The subjects that they were good at, they would be at the top of the grade while they would be on the other end of the scale for the subjects that they weren't good at.

He nodded and said, "I have no problems with that. You can go ahead with that if you have both agreed to it."

With Jiang Yang coming to the office to discuss the matter, the head teacher naturally took for granted that they had already talked it over beforehand. But in reality, why would Jiang Yang go and do something as embarrassing as going up to Qin Xu asking him to be his desk partner? Rather than this, he would much prefer howling out loud in the middle of the night while standing on the sports field.

Doing something so secretively, Jiang Yang was very nervous and afraid of being found out by Qin Xu.

He estimated the approximate time Xiao Yuxin would submit the seating plan and pretended to walk up to him naturally. He patted Xiao Yuxin on his shoulder and said: "That seating plan, I want to change it."

Xiao Yuxin naturally didn't suspect anything and gave it to him. He even handed over a mechanical pencil. Jiang Yang received it and calmly erased his name before writing it next to Qin Xu. With this adjustment, Huang Shao would sit next to Xie Zhe and the only problem was whether the teacher would let them sit together.

After quickly writing the changes down, Jiang Yang carefully returned the seating plan back to its original position and even covered it with a textbook afraid that it would be seen by the others. He then straightened his back and walked away while trying his best to look calm. This was maintained even when he encountered Qin Xu on his way to the bathroom and for once he didn't scowl at him

Qin Xu felt that something was off but just passed him by.

However, Jiang Yang didn't realise that the seating plan was seen by another person. On his way to the office, Xiao Yuxin just happened to meet the biology class representative Tang Ling Ling who was also heading there to hand in her homework. She inadvertently saw the seating plan and saw Jiang Yang's name next to Qin Xu's name. For a moment, she thought she saw wrong.

Tang Ling Ling and Huang Shao are childhood friends and naturally her relationship with Jiang Yang is pretty good. She obviously knew about the fire and water like relationship between the two but after seeing the seating plan… Did the fire and water make up? Is the world going to come to an end?

She was shocked and conflicted but in the end, seeing Xiao Wuxin's calmer than calm expression, she didn't probe any further. She couldn't help but feel like she was the one over-reacting to something insignificant so she chose to act as if she didn't see anything.

However, with her relationship with Huang Shao and with Huang Shao's blabbermouth personality, this matter will be exposed one day. Sooner or later, Qin Xu would come to learn about this incident.

The author has something to say:
Jiang Yang is very angry: You are such a bad bastard!
Huang Shao blinked innocently: I am the world's number one wingman~

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￼￼IRISENCE28th June 2019 / 2:07 am

I like this story, but the system is so freaking annoying. ￼ It kind of sucks that it's always forcing Jiang Yang into scenarios he's uncomfortable to be in. There was a another system story where the mc was also tasked to get close to the ml, but the system in that was waaaay less aggravating.

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￼PASTRY PIRATE28th June 2019 / 7:31 am

What an amusing teacher!

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￼RISU18th July 2019 / 3:32 am

I know another Huang Shao who's mouth wouldn't close. ￼

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￼KITSUNESPIRIT18th July 2019 / 7:25 pm

Huang Shaotian lol

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￼ANGIE CHAN6th August 2019 / 12:03 pm

I knew it lol…Now that the world .cof I say classroom explode.
 

I understand Huang Shao the cell phone also occupies most of my life lol
 

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￼JHOMA6272nd September 2019 / 12:54 pm

¡¡¡Viva Huang Shao, el mayor fudanshi de la historia!!!
Es tan desvergonzado que me encanta

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￼ONEFALLENLEAF29th September 2019 / 9:24 am

Poor Jiangyang ￼
Held back a bit, won't you system!

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I closed the door of my apartment and looked around. 
There were clothes and some underwear laying basically everywhere. I found one rolled up dirty sock… couldn't find the other one, and a bra, that I chose not to wear just before leaving the other day. I also could find empty snack packages under the table. It was a huge mess.
I started cleaning it all in panic. I grabbed most of the clothes and threw them to the bedroom closet, kicking them few times, until I finally closed the closet door.
The whole process took me fifteen minutes…
"What the hell am I going to cook in fifteen minutes?!"
I decided on simple pasta with arrabbiata sauce. It was an easy choice, because I could not to mess it up too much. After all it was all about putting garlic, tomatoes, chilli peppers and parsley on the frying pan, and wait until it's ready to add it to a boiled pasta, then sprinkle with parmesan.
Of course, I could always forget to add some salt and pepper… which I remembered at the very last minute.
Tom entered by himself, using my door code while I was at the kitchen. I only heard it because unlocking the door makes I characteristic sound.
I genuinely didn't know how to react on his impudence. I turned his way, and observed him walking towards the kitchen and sitting at the kitchen table.
"Make yourself at home," I said with a sense of irritation in my voice.
"Thank you," he replied completely ignoring my annoyance. 
Few minutes later my pasta was ready to serve.
"Enjoy your meal," I smiled proudly putting my dish on the table.
"Italian?" he sounded surprised looking at the plate.
"And what did you expect… pierogi?" I hissed.
"Maybe, don't know. You tell me," he smirked.
"Hate to disappoint you but I actually prefer Asian," I stated without hesitation.
My words came out, and only then I heard how it sounded… I looked at his grin slowly spreading across his face.
"Food!" I screamed, "I prefer Asian food…�� I face turned red in instant.
"I've noticed," his grin only got bigger.
I held my breath and opened my eyes widely in panic. 
"What exactly did he notice?! Am I staring at him too much?! God, is it that clear that I find him super attractive?!" I felt like I was going to have a heart-attack. I sincerely wanted to become invisible in that very moment.
"I've seen your fridge, and rice-cooker," he casually ended his reasoning.
It was more than obvious that he did this pause on purpose, just to make me more flushed. I hated losing composure in front of him.
He ate my pasta without saying a word. I guessed he didn't like it but tolerated  its taste only because he was really hungry. I felt disappointed, and sighed, he spotted it right away.
"It was nice," he smiled instantly improving my mood, "Make something Asian, next time."
I grinned but quickly realized, "What did he mean by 'next time'?!"
"Ok, I'm full. Where is your problem?" he looked at my laptop with a  sudden anticipation.
"Well…" I started my timid explanation, "I'm doing a research… for my novel. There's a blog with posts about Chinese Triad gang in Hong Kong… There was an interesting story about their leader… and I was hoping to find out a little more…" I ended with making a pleading face.
Tom glared at me with some sort of incomprehensible suspicion.
"Are you writing about Triads?" he asked with a serious tone.
"Not exactly… it's for a background story. I only need few more details…" I tried to mitigate the meaning of my search.
"You shouldn't dig too much in this subject," Tom stayed strict.
"Oh come on! It's not that I will contact and question gang members! Or… Are you worried they would come to question me?" I chuckled marking the absurdity of that last part.
The expression on Tom's face became even more serious than before, and lasted for a few seconds but then he sighed.
"Ok. Show it to me."
He stood up and walked to the salon, then sat at the table where I had my laptop. I followed him, turned on the computer, and sat next to him.
"Give me a sec, I have to search for the post I wanted you to translate…" I moved the computer closer to my side, and browsed through memorized websites. It took a while until I found the latest post on the blog. There was no way I could understand any of it by myself… but I saw something that looked familiar, since I'd seen these Hanzi before. It was a name – Wang Hiro! 
"Finally! The blogger wrote something about Wang Jian's heir!" I was dying from excitement but before I showed that to Tom I needed to make some introduction…
"So… I'm writing a criminal novel. Sometimes I use real events as a base to put into my story… I change names, places, and create scenes and motives around them. The posts, like on this blog give in an inspiration… besides, I have to be reliable and stick to the occurrences that might actually happen… to some extent," I hoped that my explanation was convincing and reasonable enough.
I moved the laptop closer to Tom, and turned the screen his way.
"So, what am I looking at?" he asked with a tone of boredom.
"This is a blog dedicated to Wang Jian, alleged ex-gang-leader called the Blood Dragon. I already know his story from other sites… but what I found really interesting was his son. I hoped to find something about him…"
Tom glared at me, there was something terrifying in that gaze. He looked at the screen, and stayed silent for a while.
"Sooo…" I started hesitantly, "Are you going to help me…? Please?"
"I already said, I will," he replied with an uncomfortable smile, "Where should I start?"
"From the top of the page…" I showed him the first paragraph of the newest post.
Tom's stare was no longer as frightening as only seconds ago but it looked like he didn't want to read it.
"Maybe he hates the gangs or something? And I'm forcing him to read real bloody stories just for the sake of my novel," I wondered, "But for real, Ana??? Does he look like a weak or sissy guy, who would be scared of blood???" I shook off that though. Then I started thinking that there might be his personal reason behind it… Like in the Wang Jian's story, where his parents were murdered by a gang.
Tom read the whole post before he said a word. He no longer looked uneasy.
"It took me a while. The way that guy puts sentences together… Let's say, he shouldn't write anymore," he smirked.
"It's ok. As long as there is something you can tell me from this…" I truly hoped for any useful news.
"This blogger wrote: The name Wang Hiro was only heard after the Wang Jian's will was opened. Nobody know, who the guy is. He didn't show up at the latest Liming Corporation's shareholders' meeting, he only sent his representative to speak on his behalf. There are rumors that he's not a Chinese, or maybe not an Asian at all…"
"I don't believe that," I interrupted Tom, "Isn't Hiro a Chinese or Japanese name?"
Tom stared at without saying any word for a while. His expression showed a  glimpse of annoyance. It made me quickly regret that I had interrupted him. He took a deep breath like he was trying to cool down.
"Yes. It might be Japanese but it might be a Spanish name as well," he answered with a tone of a parent replying to another bothersome child's question.
"Oh… I didn't know the last one… Thank you," I smiled awkwardly I decided to keep my mouth shut until the translation was finished.
"Can I continue now?" he asked sarcastically.
I nodded my head, and looked at him with pleading eyes. He smirked.
"The blogger wrote there was nobody around Wang Jian for a long time, so if he had a son, he surely was abroad for quite a while. A rumor says that none of the shareholders knew of this secret heir existence but as for now no one dares to object Wang Jian's last will, or his decision," Tom stopped at that.
I felt disappointed there was nothing detailed in that post.
"That's it," he stated and turned his head my way.
"Thank you…" I said with sad tone in my voice.
"It's not what you've been hoping for, right?" he asked closing the laptop.
"Guess, I hoped for too much…" I laughed a bit bitterly.
"You shouldn't dig in this any way. I mean it," his voice sounded commending.
"Like I told you before, it's only for the background story… It's noting much," I tried  to reassure him, that I won't do anything stupid.
"So, what's your story about?" he clearly decided to change the subject.
"Well… It's about a guy… seeking for vengeance," I generalized, hoping to skip anything that could make me reveal that I based the main character on him.
"Really?" he smirked, "What kind of a guy he is?"
"Much like you…" I thought but of course, I couldn't say it out loud. I sticked with a simple description.
"He���s  a smart, and vicious perfectionist," I replied.
He snickered then gave me a profound gaze as he could read every thought that crossed my mind.
"Maybe I'll read it someday," he said while continuing his stare.
I flinched at the very thought he might learn about my description of… basically him. I wanted to somehow prevent him from reading it but nothing logical came to my mind.
"I'll better go back to my place now," he said suddenly taking the phone out of his pocket, "Still have things to take care of."
I felt a kind of relief hoping that he would quickly forget about looking into my novel.
"Ok," I replied without thinking, "Once again, thank you for the translation."
"No problem. Thank you for the meal," he smiled on his way out.
"You welcome… and goodnight, Tom!" I called.
"Night, Ana" he closed the door behind.
After that night I knew two things… First, I would never ask Tom for translation again, and second, I would give my research in Chinese one final try, one more day of reading about the Triad… Right after I'd get some sleep.

Sorry guys... I deleted my story from WebNovel. If you would like to read it look for it on GoodNovel :)

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"All done?" 

"Yes," Juho replied, putting his phone back in his pocket. With his eyes fixed on the phone, Nam Kyung asked light-heartedly, "A friend?" 

"Yep," Juho said, nodding.

"Is this the same person who wants to be a translator?" 

"That's the one." 

"Is he going to compete in the contest?" 

"It appears so." 

Although they were the only people in the apartment, the editor looked around the living room and asked, "Did you make that suggestion with this friend in mind?" 

Chuckling quietly, Juho replied, "If I had, then I would've brought up his name. I would've volunteered to be one of the judges too."

"And the contest definitely would've looked a lot different," Nam Kyung said, waving the project's data in his hand. 

The contest was open to anyone who made a submission through email, which would be a translation of a short English sample written by Juho. There were going to be ten contestants for the judging panel, and the judges would choose the winners based on the translations submitted to the publisher. 

"I hope we get a lot of participants." 

"I don't think we'll have to worry about that, Mr. Woo," Nam Kyung said, chuckling and lifting the data in his hand. 

"This is your translation of the online sample, right?" 

"That's right." 

Juho had made the sample and translated it. 

"If we get a submission that comes even remotely close to this, I wouldn't think twice about choosing that person," Nam Kyung said, groaning.

"We might get something even better. You never know." 

"No, this is THE most ideal translation. I'm certain of it," the editor said, darting back and forth between the original and the translated copy. He seemed genuinely impressed. "I don't know how you do it, but you keep impressing me over and over again! What do you think about giving translating one more shot?" 

"No, thanks." 

"Or, maybe you could make a submission yourself?" 

"That does sound like a fun idea, but if I win, I'm gonna have to do the translation myself." 

"So, you ARE confident that you'd win, huh?" 

Juho didn't deny it. Meanwhile, Nam Kyung was still staring at the two samples.

"Are you looking for somebody who could do an even better job than this?" the editor asked.

"Of course." 

"Maybe you should just do it yourself. It's still not too late, you know." 

"I respectfully decline." 

Then, as Nam Kyung placed the two samples on the table, Juho followed them with his eyes. 

"I suppose it would be best if we looked for something that stayed true to the original, huh?" 

After some thought, Juho replied, "I don't know. I find myself impressed whenever I come across a good liberal translation." 

Nam Kyung seemed to understand the young author. As long as languages and cultures were different, liberal translations were a necessity. 

"I think I still prefer translations that stay true to the original. Especially with your books. As a reader myself, I'd want what I'm reading to be as close to the original as possible," the editor said emphatically, as if he disagreed with the young author. Juho remembered Seo Kwang's translation. When the author had seen it for the first time, it had felt like his translation had stayed true to the original on one hand, while reading like it had been translated liberally on the other. Seo Kwang had been nurturing his translation skill at a truly frightening rate, and when Juho remembered that, he stopped thinking about it, as it felt no longer necessary. If Seo Kwang had been developing when Juho had first seen his translation, then he had to be even better now. 

"This is exciting," Juho said genuinely.

--

"Yun Woo's sample," Juho murmured the title of the article and clicked on it. There were already a myriad of poorly-translated samples floating around the internet. Given that people had grown curious about the short sample written by Yun Woo, it wasn't surprising. Every blog that had anything to do with the author contained a slew of its members' attempts at translating the sample. 

"What would Hong Sam have to say?" 

Juho logged into Hong Sam's blog. Although a university student, Seo Kwang was still pretending to be an office worker in his blog. The most recent post was a month old, and the blogger had written about a certain Nebula-winning author, along with the recent scandal surrounding the Hugo award.

"He really is a good writer." 

What Seo Kwang lacked were creativity and the stamina that would sustain him when writing for an extended period of time. His personal preference of reading-over-writing also seemed to play a role in his struggle as a writer. Nevertheless, Seo Kwang was an outstanding writer. On top of that, his vocabulary and comprehension were also quite impressive. Given that he tended to invest most of his time on reading, it made sense. While the blog introduced a slew of different books, it also came with the blogger's own opinions and interpretations. Starting from the most recent one, Juho read through them one by one. Every single one of them was meticulous and sincere, making it clear that the blogger had read the books prior to reviewing them. It was very Seo Kwang-like. Then, shortly after, Juho came across his name on the blog.

"'Language of God: The Glory of Traitor.'" 

Aside from the title, the first thing that stood out was the five-star rating next to it. Clicking into it, Juho scrolled down to the bottom, where Seo Kwang's thoughts on the book tended to be. It wasn't too different from what he had told Juho in person. However, there was a name there that Juho hadn't expected to came across. 

"Jenkins' role." 

Seo Kwang's opinion was as follow: "If Jenkins hadn't been there…? I couldn't help but ask myself that question. There is no arguing that Jenkins' recent movie was a massive success and that it lived well up to its reputation. Not only is Jenkins a skilled director,  but he's also a genius. On top of that, I am confident that he's a reader who understands books through a clear set of standards. I have actually come across a number of people (who refused to read 'Language of God' because it was a book) who told me that watching Jenkins' film adaptation actually made them fall in love with the original novel series. What if Jenkins hadn't been there? Would 'The Glory of Traitor' have been as popular as it is now? Would 'Language of God' look any different? Would the series be on a completely different path?"

"If Jenkins hadn't addressed Yun Woo as the Great Storyteller, would that have meant that the author wouldn't have been great?" 

"Personally, I have trouble keeping myself from associating his name with a snapping turtle. Have you ever asked yourself why those animals exist?'"

(TL's Note: When pronounced in Korean, Jenkins' first name, Zara, has the same sound as the Korean word for snapping turtle/Chinese softshell turtle: Jara.) 

"... What the heck are you saying, man?" 

Then, while Juho was preoccupied with interpreting a seemingly out of place exposition, a text message notification sounded from his phone. It was Nam Kyung saying that there were over eight hundred submissions thus far. 'I wonder if Seo Kwang's is one of them,' Juho wondered, hoping that it would be. At that moment, his phone started ringing. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey." 

It was Baron, whose voice made it sound like he was in good spirits. 

"Did you hear about Seo Kwang?" 

"Nope." 

Juho hadn't heard from Seo Kwang, and since Juho didn't want to disrupt his aspiring translator friend, he didn't go out of his way to reach out to him either. 

"He's bouncing off the walls right now." 

"What do you mean?" 

"He's making it seem like he's about to dedicate his life to translating your book."

Juho still couldn't make sense of what Baron was saying.

"Did he make a submission to the publisher?" Juho asked. 

"He's actually not even close to having anything to submit," Baron replied, sounding like he was holding back laughter. "He's been working on the opening statement for a month straight." 

"... You mean he's in the middle of revision?" 

"No. As in, he hasn't even finished his first draft." 

"Well, that was unexpected," Juho said, leaning back on his chair and murmuring, "Maybe he won't finish in time." 

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"This isn't it!" Seo Kwang exclaimed, covering his face with his hands, sobbing. "This isn't me!" 

"I thought I told you to stop being a nuisance and go upstairs!" his mother said, looking at her son. As his shoulders moved up and down, his untidy desk also moved up and down with him. 

"Mom! Your son is in anguish right now!" 

"You took the words right out of my mouth. My son is scaring the customers away." 

"My whole life depends on this!" 

At that, his mother burst into laughter, and Seo Kwang wiped the tears off his face. 

"Maybe I was adopted," Seo Kwang said. He was in crisis. Leading up to that point, he had been translating countless types of compositions, from business data to movies. Needless to say, he had also translated his fair share of literature. He had been excelling in translating, and the fact that he would even translate books written by some of the most notorious authors in the literary world with relative ease had given him confidence. Never had he struggled with the first sentence. 

"What's wrong with me? This is the opportunity of a lifetime! Was my skill expendable? Did I use it all up!?" 

"Quit yapping and go read some books! You would always go out with a book in your hand whenever you were feeling down."

"Go away, mom. You don't understand." 

"What did you say!?" 

While Seo Kwang was taking a beating on his back from his mother, the bell on the door rang, indicating a customer walking into the store. As Seo Kwang proceeded to bury his face in his arms, she made her way to the counter. 

"Long time, no see!" 

"How've you been, Mrs. Kim?" 

At that moment, Seo Kwang looked up all of a sudden, saying, "What the… You're not Juho." 

To his disappointment, the customer was just one of the neighborhood regulars. Realizing that he was desperate for Juho's presence, Seo Kwang buried his head on the table yet again. 

"Make sure to clean up after yourself," his mother said, and Seo Kwang nodded. It was dark out. Since the cafe was closing earlier than usual that day, Seo Kwang decided to try translating in the store, where he could concentrate. Soon, Seo Kwang was left alone in the store filled with the scent of coffee and books.

"A fish without gills." 

It was a part of the English sample written by Yun Woo for the translation contest. A fish without gills. Since it didn't breathe with its lungs or skin, the creature was bound to meet its demise within thirty seconds. A fish without gills would come to its end in the only environment that it could survive in: water. 

"If this is what the sample looks like…" 

Yun Woo's new English novel was going to be about a person. The young author had created and translated the sample for the sole purpose of testing and seeking out a skilled translator to work with. However, it was nowhere near enough to satiate Seo Kwang's desire to read Yun Woo's new story. 

"I believe it's getting released in the States with 'River.'" 

Seo Kwang scanned the sentences. Not only were they well-written, but they were sophisticated. It was almost impossible to think that Yun Woo was an author from a non-English-speaking country. Yun Woo's writing in English was just as tasteful as his Korean counterpart.

The young author's dazzling sentences gave their readers the sense that he had been trained for years on end. Although the author kept things ambiguous for mischievous reasons at times, his depictions were as clear as day. 

"I'm sure Yun Woo won't have trouble describing what melancholy is like." 

Reading Yun Woo's writing only made Seo Kwang more certain that the author would be able to do that with ease. Hindered by a certain desire in his heart, Seo Kwang clasped his head. 

"Fantasy!" 

He recalled having asked Juho about how he went about writing. At which point, Juho had replied that…

"... I see fantasies where my characters have personalities and free will." 

Even the author didn't know how the characters would lead their lives. Although Juho had explained that to his friend using various examples, Seo Kwang simply hadn't been able to relate to or understand the young author. 

"He had to have seen something while he was writing this. What could that be?" 

Since Seo Kwang had never fantasized to that day, he still didn't have a clear way to define it. The extent of his understanding was that it was something dream-like. For the first time in his life, Seo Kwang found himself wanting to see it for himself. Something kept telling him that he would find something that would help him make a breakthrough. Licking his parched lips, Seo Kwang murmured to himself, "First, close your eyes." 

Juho had told him that the first step to seeing fantasies was to close your eyes. Upon closing his eyes, Seo Kwang heard a car zooming past the store and the whir of the motor within the refrigerator in the kitchen. At that moment, his stomach growled, and he opened his eyes.

"Gettin' hungry." 

Clicking his tongue, Seo Kwang took a piece of candy from the counter and put it in his mouth. The sweetness helped appease his hunger. There was no time to look for food. Rolling the candy around in his mouth, Seo Kwang looked into the air. A fish without gills. That time, he tried holding his breath. However, it wasn't long before he exhaled sharply, spitting all over the place.

"Maybe I need to take this more seriously." 

From what he had heard, there had been more than eight hundred submissions by that point, and there had to be translators who were seasoned and trained. 

"C'mon… I don't care what I see. Even if it's just one second." 

At that moment, Seo Kwang looked toward the whirring refrigerator in the kitchen, which was filled with food and drinks.

"Alcohol," Seo Kwang said as he rose from his seat.

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