Feng Jin had always believed that he was from an aristocratic family and that he had received the best education, which meant he wouldn't do anything rude under normal circumstances.
That was, until he met Jiang Pengji.
He coughed so hard that his face turned red. He quickly pulled himself together and reorganized his "crime scene." His face looked awkward.
"Lanting, Master Yuanjing is a master who has earned the respect of the whole world. How could you say something like this about him…?" Feng Jin couldn't say more about it because he couldn't find the right word to describe what she had suggested.
Jiang Pengji twitched her lips and said, "It's just a joke, but I rephrased it another way. I didn't mean to ruin his reputation. Why do you have to act like that? If I said this in front of his face, he might have actually agreed with me."
Feng Jin sighed. He knew there was no comparison in talking sophistry between him and her.
"Master Yuanjing is a man with great generosity and an open mind. He wouldn't mind being bothered by you."
Because of the injury to his right hand, he would have a hard time using a pen for a while. It was very unfortunate that he had missed the chance to attend the evaluation, but it had left him quite a bit of spare time. Jiang Pengji had to spend time with him by playing chess or chatting with him to keep him company.
No matter if one was a student from a poor family or a gentry clan member, who wouldn't want to strive for their career after years and years of study?
Feng Jin didn't say it, but he clearly didn't let it go so easily. He was very well aware of Jiang Pengji's good will.
"What are you doing?"
After a game of chess, Jiang Pengji told Taxue to prepare a table in the yard and laid some bamboo papers on the table.
"Do some reviewing. We are doing nothing anyway. Your attention is never on the game and I'm getting bored." Jiang Pengji kneeled on the bamboo coach. Taxue rolled up her sleeve and milled the ink stone for her.
Feng Jin couldn't hide his embarrassment when he heard that Jiang Pengji saw through him. He schooled his expression and change the subject. "Reviewing? Is it the assignment that Uncle Liu gave to you?"
As the General Evaluation Officer, Liu She went to the examination room to prepare. In order to avoid doing anything that might arouse suspicion, he did not plan on coming back before the end of the evaluation.
Feng Jin could tell how much Liu She valued Jiang Pengji; he must have been dedicated to focusing on her studies. It would be normal for him to give her some homework to do.
But Jiang Pengji replied, "No. I'm just reviewing Mr. Cheng's book collections."
Mr. Cheng was actually Cheng Cheng.
She had "made a deal" with Cheng Cheng earlier, which was such that she would provide the best quality bamboo papers and Cheng Cheng would make a copy of his book collection. There were, however, a large number of books in his collection for Cheng Cheng to copy, which was more than ten thousand rolls. It would take at least a year or two for him to finish.
Jiang Pengji couldn't wait that long. She had nothing else to do at the moment, so she decided to complete it herself.
The more she got involved in the society––the more she saw––they more she understood.
It was absolutely true that there were so many things that pissed her off, such as the undeveloped technology, illiterate people everywhere, savage customs, and gender discrimination. But she wasn't going to deny that there was some brightness in the current era, as well, such as the collective wisdom from their ascendants.
She went through a large quantity of Warcraft books and found that many parts of the books matched the knowledge she had already learned. It seemed rather coarse but the principles were mostly identical, only the current era was 10,000 or 20,000 years behind.
Jiang Pengji started to put away her contempt as she settled down to study the knowledge. If it wasn't for that, she didn't have to put such effort into tricking Cheng Cheng for his book collection.
"Man's nature at birth is good; nature is similar, but habits make men different. If there is no teaching, the nature will deteriorate…" Feng Jin sat next to her and watched her write that down. When he went through his memory, he didn't have any recollection of the words. They were short sentences, but there was a deeper meaning to them, which caught his eye. He asked, "Who wrote this? It is demotic and easy to remember, which is quite interesting."
After Feng Jin brought it up, there was a series of bullet screens flashing in the streaming room.
Laosiji Lianmeng: "Mr. Feng, this is Three Character Classic, the enlightened education of ancient Hua Country."
Yin Yuejia Zhuge Qinmo: "The author of Three Character Classic is Wang Yinglin in Song Dynasty. You wouldn't have any idea of who Wang Yinglin is."
Maorongrong Depidai: "I did some research. The author of Three Character Classic is Wang Yinlin."
Nongfu Shanquan Youdianxuan: "Wang Yinlin in Song Dynasty. But there should be no Song Dynasty in Feng Jin's dimension, right?"
The truth was, according to some viewers' analysis, the era she was in was more like the period of Wei Jin Two Dynasty.
Except for the answers, there were some bullet screens which stated, "It's the father's fault for not being able to raise their kids. A teacher's laziness makes students slack." 
It was a tangle of different bullet screens. Even Jiang Pengji, who had a good memory, nearly felt dizzy after them.
Jiang Pengji lowered her head, took a glance of the bullet screens, and kept writing.
"I don't know. The author is already untraceable. I just wrote it down out of interest."
The streaming was a bit off. It felt like they were having a festival.
When Jiang Pengji asked for their advice about if they could suggest some elementary education books, the whole room of viewers boiled. They might have no clue about the ancient books, but Google definitely did. They could finally pretend to be literate in front of their host.
Jiang Pengji wrote Three Character Classic on the first page of the book and titled the author as John Doe.
The reason why she didn't put the original author's name on it was because she didn't want anyone to track down who Wang Yinglin was… So how could she know who this Wang Yinglin was?
Feng Jin didn't feel odd about Jiang Pengji's answer. Cheng Cheng's boxes of books were many. He took a look at it once by chance and the books were very well organized, which indicated how much the owner cared about them. But there were a number of ancient books that were mutilated. Naturally it was going to be hard to find out who the author was.
"Mrs. Meng chose their neighbors. Is this talking about how Mrs. Meng moved three times looking for good neighbors?" Feng Jin stared at the short sentences. A big portion of them came from some familiar, historical stories.
Everyone who could read knew of the story about how Mrs. Meng moved three times for neighbors, but he had never seen anyone described it with only a few words. Feng Jin had a weird feeling, but it went away and he couldn't use words to talk about it.
Jiang Pengji twisted her eyebrows and complained to him, "You are being noisy."
Feng Jin's brows went down and he sat quietly next to her.
That's better.
Jiang Pengji kept working on her writing. The viewers in the streaming room thoughtfully looked for different versions with explanations for her, but it seemed like they didn't copy and paste from the same website, which lead to the content being messy and irrelevant. She had to edit and omit some of them, which wasted quite a few pieces of paper.
Some viewers were eager to help Jiang Pengji, but some of them were just having fun watching the show.
Nongfu Shanquan Youdianxuan: "I almost believed that the host was going to be someone different rather than just copying things down. Apparently you still can't avoid doing it."


Jiang Pengji got something called the Court Intrigue Stream System.
System: "Your goal is to become the most prestigious woman in the kingdom (the Queen)!" 
Jiang Pengji: "Okay, System. No problem!"
Years later, she met the target by becoming the most prestigious woman (the Empress).
Jiang Pengji: "Well done, no?"
System: "Why the hack did you fight on horseback? I want court intrigue among the King's women!"

#how a future general wins the ancient throne
#Her man watches in silence, the System watches with tears

"How did it go?" Milani asked Mason as she sipped from her cappuccino. "It was okay, I punched Caesar in the gut twice. I feel much better now." Milani spit out her drink as bursted into laughter. "Classic, it's what he gets." She snickered. "Yeah, my mom kept crying and stuff. I kind of feel awful not going home sooner." Mason responded. "Hey it's not your fault okay? Someone hurt you and I'm sure everybody understands that," she said reassuring her best friend. "On another note how's the restaurant going?" Mason questioned drinking his tea. "Honestly, it's going great, like really good. I've had so many people book for this month that can't even fit. That's how loaded the schedule is." She replied.

The two friends chatted about their plans and how they were doing. Mason kept complaining about how he had to go to a family dinner in a week and introduce Jasmine to his family. "Come on stop pouting Mason, you have to introduce her one day. Turn that frown upside down." Milani smiles at Mason as she drew up from her chair. "I have to go but promise me you'll get a hold of yourself and stop thinking too deep into this dinner." His friend concluded, rubbing his back. Day by day mason grew more and more anxious to let his family come near his wife. A small part of him didn't want to bring her around Caesar because he was too afraid of what could happen if he were to let him near her. "I suppose I must suck it up," he groaned, throwing away his cup of tea and exiting the cafe. 

As Milani walked home, she watched the dawn sky and how bright orange it was. "What a beautiful sight," She hummed getting ready to cross the street. Just when she was about to walk to her doorstep when someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Oh hello, how can I help you today?" Milani asked. "Oh I just wanted to say hello to such a beautiful woman." The guy wasn't familiar to Milani, maybe he had jus moved into the neighborhood and that's why she didn't recognize who he was. "Well I'm your new neighbor, Nick Jones." He held his hand out for Milani and shook her hand. "I'm Milani and welcome to the neighborhood," she announced before going back into her house. As soon as she opened the front door she was greeted by her boyfriend. "What was all that about?" Laying down her purse on the counter she shuffled into the kitchen to get something to drink. "Nothing," she replied shrugging. "It didn't look like nothing." Chris muttered under his breath. 

Milani rolled her eyes and kissed her boyfriends cheek. "It's our new neighbor just trying to say hello that's all." His girlfriend said with a sigh. "If you say so," Chris countered.

Milani was in no mood to talk. Given the fact that the orchestra she hired for next week canceled and the comment her boyfriend made didn't help calm her annoyance down. "Listen, I need someone to babysit Romeo and Alana next week, the band cancelled and I'll have to preform." Milani said to Chris as she cooked dinner. "Can't I'm practicing on a shoot all next week in another state." Milani stopped chopping up the vegetables and stared back at her boyfriend. "I thought you stopped modeling for a while to help me with the kids and school?" Chris picked up his coat and buttoned his shirt. "I changed my mind, I want to continue working. I'll be back in two weeks." With that he pecked Milani on the lip and walked out the house. 

Chris' words baffled her. "When did he plan on telling me, he would leave the state today?" She said pouring the chopped vegetables into the pot. "Mommy you're back!" Milani smiles and squatted down to her daughter. "Yes baby, did you have fun at school today?" The mother asked to her adorable daughter. "Yes mommy, me and my friends had a birthday party in class and I got to eat cake." Said Alana with sparkles in her eyes. "That's great princess, I'm glad you had fun." Replied Milani as she kissed her daughters forehead. "Where's Romeo honey?" Her mother asked, shifting her attention from Alana to the cooked dinner. "He's in the living room reading a book. I'll help prepare the plates mommy." Alana said, heading for the dinning room. 

Milani smiles at her bright responsible daughter and walked to the living room. There she watched her intelligent son read one of her favorite novels. Shattered souls. "Romeo baby, why don't you read children books?" She questioned slouching over the chair her son was sitting in. "Oh hi mommy, you're back." He said closing the book. "I don't like children books, I like what mommy reads." Romeo answered grinning. "You're too cute," His mom sighed and giggled again, and again. "Dinner is ready come eat." They walked out the living room and into the prepared dinning room. "Good job princess," Milani complimented winking at her daughter. 

"All right dig in." Milani prepared a traditional Japanese rice and curry dinner for her and her children. The smell was intoxicating, and it made Milani not want to eat it but put it up for display. "Mhm, mommy it's Soo good," Alana said with her mouth filled with curry. Milani's lips curved into a smile at her daughters compliment and her sons head nod, showing he agreed with his twin. "Thank you my little munchkins." Their mother said pinching their cheeks. "Mhm so good," Milani moaned, closing her eyes to savor her masterpiece.

After dinner was over Milani bathed her children and dressed them in their pajamas. "Mommy can we stay up and watch princess movies with you? Pretty please." Alana begged her mother. "Fine, but only because there isn't any school tomorrow." She got up and searched for a few classic Disney movies and turned on the CD player. "Pocahontas, The Princess and the Frog or Lion king?" 

Their mother suggested holding up all three DVD's. "The Princess and the Frog!" Alana shouted pulling out her Tiana doll. "The Princess and the Frog it is." Milani said placing the DVD in the CD player. "After the movie is over I want you guys go to bed okay?" Milani said as they nodded their heads in agreement. 

After the movie was over Milani noticed her children were fast asleep. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of her two blessings falling asleep on her lap. Milani adjusted them on her bed and laid down next to them before going to sleep.

Milani is a typical young lady, she was a wife, a lover, a sister, a friend. But one day her whole world came crashing down for reasons she has never been told. Her life went downhill from then on until she met the two most important people in her life.

It was the middle of summer in Jiangchuan.
Outside an industrial Zone in the suburbs, an orange scooter nimbly drove around a bend, then stopped steadily next to the security post of a "Pengda Toy Factory".
After parking the scooter and taking out the key, Meng Lang looked up at the big sign that read "Pengda Toy" on top of the factory building and felt at ease.
It had been nearly a month since he woke up in this parallel universe!
In the past month, Meng Lang was first alarmed, but gradually became surprised and wild with joy. The change in his mentality was tremendous.
He had been a most common director of TV series and thought he would live this life sucking up to investors and directing cheesy soap operas. Transmigration was the last thing he had ever expected!
He probably had a little too much to drink with his producer the other night and the street lamp was flickering overhead. He stepped onto a watermelon peel when he wasn't looking… Yes, a watermelon peel! Suddenly, he slipped and fell backward. The back of his head landed on a sharp brick on the sidewalk…
When he woke up, he was astonished when he realized that he was in the body of a young man in a parallel universe, who had just graduated from college.
The young man was called Meng Lang, which was identical to his original name. He had graduated from the computer science department of Jiangchuan University and was about to go back to his hometown to inherit the toy factory from his old man.
During the past month, Meng Lang combed through his current social connections and thanks to the convenience brought by the internet, he was able to find out the difference between this universe and the one he came from.
In simple terms, this world was identical to the one he came from in every way except for the literary and art circles…
Through some online research, Meng Lang was surprised to discover that some of the literature, movies, TV series, and animation works that existed in his universe were unheard of here. Instead, he found works here that he had no knowledge of. 
He was pleasantly surprised when he found out that different universes worked differently. This world attached great importance to intellectual property rights and piracy had been cracked down on to the point that these businesses had been wiped off the face of earth all together.
It gave him an opportunity to become the ultimate plagiarist!
After discovering that, Meng Lang could only think of one thing, which was to take advantage of the countless classic works he remembered and recreate all the literature, movies, and TV series in this world. That way, he would become an eminent writer and a great director who would get all the attention!
Once he was ready to put his plan into action, he realized something in embarrassment.
The premise of becoming a great plagiarist was that he could remember everything about his old world, which included reproducing verbatim all the books, songs, and scripts.
But… he wouldn't be able to do that. 
Take the books for an example; he had read more web novels than he could remember, but could at most only recall the general plot. It was impossible for him to make a complete copy of any of them. 
"Break through the Sky" was an awesome novel, wasn't it? He replayed the part where the protagonist broke off his engagement over a dozen times, but he couldn't even come up with a full paragraph.
So, bye bye to recreating books. But what about songs?
"What? I have to learn stuff first?"
That immediately discouraged Meng Lang. In fact, if he really were to go down the lane of music, with all the classic songs he could remember, he could create hit song after hit song with only general knowledge of them. 
The problem was that recreating songs wasn't profitable enough. He couldn't create tunes, so he couldn't sing them himself. If he were to sell a song, he would need a talent scout first, or he would only sell the songs for cheap.
After much consideration, Meng Lang finally decided what he would plagiarize!
Scripts! He would copy classic film and TV works from his previous life! He would be a writer-director!
It was the line of work he had been in. Although he was a director, he knew enough about screenwriting. After all, most of the time, the director who transferred words into images was the one who understood the script the best, rather than the screenwriter himself. 
Copying scripts wasn't difficult for Meng Lang, since he had watched ample films and TV works. Even if he couldn't recreate them to a tee, he could at least make 80% look-alikes.
After determining that he was going to become a "great director" by recreating existing scripts, Meng Lang began to consider what script would be the best. 
Movies?
It wouldn't work! He had watched the movies of this world. They weren't inferior by much to those made by Hollywood, if not of the same standard. Moreover, the script or story-telling wasn't even that important to a movie. The promotion campaign was the top most priority.
So what if the story was great? Without investment and promotion, the best film would remain unnoticed.
What if the film's hype was passed on by word of mouth? Could that lead to a soaring box office?
Who was he kidding? As someone who worked inside the circle, he recognized the sign of paid online ghostwriters promoting a film when he saw "great word of mouth".
It was possible for a film to reverse its box office performance because of excellent word of mouth, but as far as he knew, most of the sudden outbursts of public praise of films were false impressions created by PR, which derive from the fact that the production company lacked confidence in the films at an early stage and the PR decided to give it a trial run. If the trial indicated a great likelihood that the film would succeed, the PR would increase the promotion effort immediately, creating the aforementioned false impression.
He could get into films after he had earned some capital, which was something he didn't have at the moment.
The TV series became Meng Lang's first choice.
Big-budget productions were definitely out of the question. He wanted a low budget but high return.
Did such TV series exist?
The answer was yes!
"With the perfected copyright protection, peripheral products of films and TV works will definitely work!"
Ever since he knew how copyrights were so well protected in this world and that piracy had been destroyed once and for all, Meng Lang chose three scripts that would suit his plan the best!
Balala the Fairies!
Blazing Teens!
Explosive Boys!
But why did those three domestic feature shows have cheap special effects? The answer was simple.
It was because of their low costs and high returns!
The low cost was easy to obtain. After all, they were teen-friendly feature shows and the actors and actresses were all kids. It would cost him a couple hundred thousand yuan to hire all of them and he could also go easy on the already cheap special effects, making it even cheaper.
Most people probably didn't understand the "high return" part, but with a toy factory as his "family business", Meng Lang had a thorough understanding of peripheral products of films and TV works in this world.
Meng Lang's father, a.k.a. the boss of Pengda Toy Factory, had told Meng Lang once: 
"In comparison, the manufacturing of toys makes so little money. All they need is grant authorization of this image and us, toy makers, will make the toys. No matter what the cost is, we'll have to give them 20% of our sales revenue…"
Take the core product of Pengda Toy Factory, a toy figurine known as "Kitaro", as an example. The cost was 10 yuan each with a retail price of 30 yuan. However, the animation company who owned the intellectual property rights of Kitaro didn't have to do anything. They received a net income of 6 yuan on each toy sold just by granting Pengda Toy Factory the authorization.
What about Pengda Toy Factory?
With the cost of 10 yuan, plus the distribution channel, transportation, tax, labor cost, etc., although the toys were sold at 30 yuan each, they earned less than 5 yuan for each toy sold!
A world without piracy was just this frightening!
Meng Lang had decided to produce those three teen-friendly feature shows because of that realization.
Explosive Boys and Balala the Fairies had too many special effects. Even if they were all cheap effects, the expense would still be immense.
In comparison, Blazing Teens was the most ideal one. All that had to be done was to add some shiny effects to the yo-yos and throw in an embarrassing narrator, then the show was done!
Making the show itself wouldn't be all that profitable, but some friends would be made in the process. "I don't care if you watch it. As long as you buy my yo-yos, we're the best buddies!"
That thought settled Meng Lang's mind. With the script of Blazing Teens in his hand, he walked in.


Meng Lang wakes up in a parallel universe as a fresh graduate only to realize that Pengda Toy Factory—his family business—is on the verge of bankruptcy. So, he decides to do what he does best (in his previous life) to save the day—making TV shows.
Apparently, this alternative reality where piracy has been annihilated can be a paradise for spin-off merchandise, but no production company has made good used of this opportunity until Meng Lang shows up.
Blazing Teens, the first feature show Meng Lang directs ("borrowed" from his original universe, to be more precise) introduces yo-yos to this world for the first time. Once he realizes how profitable it is to sell spin-off toys, he becomes an expert in it.
Balala the Fairies, Explosive Boys, Kamen Rider… Meng Lang is determined to become “King of feature shows” in this world. Although, to the critics, he is nothing but a toy vender…

This is like a classic scene in youth idol dramas. For example, two people go to the library to pick the same book at the same time. Their fingers touch one another, and the sparks fly immediately.
Although it looks the same, it is also different. This is because Zhang Zian did not want to take the McMillan English Dictionary, and Zhuang Xiaodie is on the other side of the bookshelf. Thus, their fingers will not touch.
"What a coincidence, you are here at the library too?"
It's awkward to continue looking at her in such a manner, and he felt embarrassed. He subconsciously retracts his hand, lowered his voice, and says hello.
As for the idea of ​​whether there is an invisible book in the space next to the dictionary, it had been temporarily forgotten with the revelation of a surprise like this.
She took her time, deliberately looked around and whispered. "I can't come here?"
"...that is not what I mean."
Zhang Zian quickly explained himself because she misinterpreted what he meant.
Judging from the current interactions they have had, Zhuang Xiaodie is obviously rich and wealthy. There is an eighty percent certainty that she is a second-generation rich kid. He has no prejudice against the second-generation rich kids. They can also come to the library to read books because 'rich' and 'unskillful' does not have direct causation. To talk about being unskillful, perhaps the children of poor families are more likely to be so.
His focus was on the word 'coincidence'. However, perhaps because he lowered his voice, she misunderstood him as if he is implying that second-generation rich kids cannot be here to learn. She might have always been misunderstood by others before and therefore is very sensitive to any suggestion of something similar. Thus, she merely picks up on these and focuses on the second part of his sentence earlier.
At this time, there were other people who were picking books between the bookshelves. It was strange to see two people talking across the bookshelf. They looked at them even more.
Zhuang Xiaodie glanced to the side with her eyes, meaning to find a place to sit down and talk.
Zhang Zian also had the intention of looking for a place to sit down. He nodded and looked at the original empty space in the bookshelf. He then turned away from the bookshelf and went to the reading area in the center of the third floor.
Zhuang Xiaodie had changed her clothes today, but she is still in a beautiful traditional Chinese dress that makes it difficult for anyone to look elsewhere. Even if she is sitting in the library and reading a book, she still looks like a cultured person with a high level of intellect. It is inevitable that she will attract so many stares. There are some that even stopped reading and kept their eyes firmly on her.
It's not a sparsely populated mountain top, and it is brave of her to be able to take on so many complicated stares at her – One must know that not all the stares are that of admiration. Mixed between those are some of disgust and disdain. What is missing are these people coming up to her nose and scolding her for attracting attention. After all, not everyone can accept someone wearing a traditional Chinese costume around, much less such a gorgeous looking piece.
Zhang Zian, who was sitting next to her and whispering to her, naturally was worried for her about those piercing stares that are not friendly.
He glanced around quietly and saw her placing a stack of books on the table. In addition to the McMillan English Dictionary, there was another book, the Oxford Interactive Graphical Dictionary. Was this Is this book that originally occupied that empty space?
It is very likely. Given the thickness of this book and the width of the space, It should be able to fit in just nicely.
Probably, before Zhang Zian came, she first extracted the Oxford Interactive Graphical Dictionary and left an empty space. After he came, she pulled out the McMillan English Dictionary.
He was relieved and concluded that his weird thoughts were too ridiculous. How could there be invisible books in the world?
However, he cannot believe that she is the type of person who would read such difficult reference books.
She did not read the two English dictionaries immediately. Instead, she opened another book, which is similar to the book selected by Zhang Zian. It is also a well-known scientific map, the World Insect Ecology Big Picture Book. It was a very thick book.
This is a little weird. Why did she choose these two books that are completely unrelated at the same time?
It seems that she heard the question in his heart. After opening the book and viewing the insect illustrations, if she encountered an English word that she did not understand, she would flip open the dictionary and look up the word.
It turned out to be so...
This book is in English and will definitely involve a lot of biological vocabulary. The translation software on the phone may not be accurate.
She actually didn't say anything. Zhang Zian made the above explanation based on his own observations and thought he guessed it all.
The looks given by others around him made him a little embarrassed. Thus, he opened the book he chose and pretended to read it. However, nothing was going in. He was always thinking about something else, mainly thinking about what to say to her. They can't always be so silent, can they?
Instead, she glanced at the World's Rare Pets Encyclopedia he was 'reading' and asked, "Are you interested in pets?"
"This is...because my family runs a pet shop." He told her again, thinking that she had forgotten.
"I know, I mean, do you have to take over the business from your family in the future?" She asked again. There was no hint of her looking down on him in her tone. Rather, it sounded as if Zhang Zian was inheriting a big family business.
"This... no, I'm a little interested."
Even if he wanted to take over the pet shop, his parents would certainly not agree. There was no other way about this.
What's more, he had not reached the point of giving up his job in the city. He should work hard while he is still young.
"What about you? Are you interested in insects?" he asked. With that, he felt like he was on the road to an awkward and dead-end conversation with her.
"Yes," she admitted without any hesitation.
"Ok..."
Zhang Zian has nothing else to say, and the surrounding sight has become even more debilitating.
They have already lowered their voices and talked. In fact, they basically weren't affecting the others, but there are still people who can't stand the sight of them. This is, of course, out of jealousy. After all, not everyone gets to talk and joke around with a beauty.
For the next hour, Zhang Zian was not able to calm down. He merely pretended to be reading.
After an hour, he was finally able to relax a little, and his attention was gradually drawn to the book itself.
She never talks again and has been reading attentively.
As soon as noon came, she stood up, leaned over, and whispered to him, "I will go first. Goodbye."
This is a normal social etiquette because it is a library, and everyone needs to be quiet. There were also, at this point in time, no longer strangers. However, the breath from her mouth and the sound of her voice made his heart tremble.
He suspected that this was not a coincidence. He thought that perhaps she came to the library to see him... but it was really just him making things up in his mind. It seems she was merely here to read. Otherwise, why didn't she take the initiative to talk about other things?
Looking at her back view, he laughed silently in his heart, thinking: Zhang Zian, Zhang Zian, what do you really think of yourself? People just come to read books.
His stomach was a little hungry, and he was beginning to feel uneasy again. He might as well leave and go home to eat.
When he passed by service desk on the first floor, he stopped and asked: "Yes, about that someone on the fifth floor causing trouble, now..."
The employee smiled, "It has been settled."
"Oh." He nodded and left the library.


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

Sato and Gray both headed into the orphanage. Of course, when the children realised that the pair was visiting, they immediately went on a frenzy spree. The newly painted door was opened and revealed a large number of children greeting the couple.

"Good morning Big brother Sato and Big brother Gray!"

"Ah! Big brother Sato is here to play with us again!"

"Hey guys! Don't forget to thank Big brother Gray for the awesome playground!"

"Oh, I forgot! Thank you, Big brother Gray!"

"Thank you!"

...

The atmosphere was exactly the same as before, just that this time, instead of just Sato getting all the attention, Gray too, was getting a fair bit of love from the children. Gray smiled and rubbed the little boy's head. When the Sisters of the Sunflower Orphanage saw Gray's smile, they couldn't help, but blush. Gray was simply too handsome.

"Alright, alright. We should let Sato and Gray into the orphanage. Don't make them stand outside in the cold for too long." Shooing the children away was a norm for Mother Maria. She gave Sato a hug and brought the pair around to see the progress.

It was Gray's first time back here, ever since he decided to just let the contractors do their job of renovating. As the couple first stepped into the hallway, what was once chipped wood flooring, had been refloored and varnished over to create a nice dark hardwood floor. The walls no longer had mossy stains from the damp old drywall and was replaced with a nice clean white cement plastered finish. The scratched up windows of the Orphanage from the wear and tear of the children's games had also been replaced with more durable alternatives.

The stairs that lead upstairs to the children bedrooms had also received a redo. Be it the steps on the stairs or even the railings, they had all been teared down and replaced with a smooth and cleaner finish that complemented the current new aesthetic. It was crazy how the contractor had managed to finish such a huge renovation in a short period of time.

Gray must've rushed the hell out of those poor man, thought Sato guiltily. Yet, when seeing the final product, he was still thankful for what Gray had done for the children and those that work in the orphanage. The children's two room had also been renovated over and now, the place was definitely more cheerful. The walls had been painted over with a bright yellow. The old beds had all been replaced with more comfortable double decker beds. In addition, on the wall near the entrance to the room, there was a brand new addition.

"Wow! Look at all these books!" Sato walked up to look at the new varieties of short stories that were available. The classic story time books like Cinderella, Pinocchio, Snow white and the Seven Dwarves, Bambi and many more, were placed on the tall bookshelf. The craziest part about this was that there were even books that Sato had never heard of when he was a child. For a crazy fanatic of studying, Sato was also an avid reader.

To be able to read a vast variety of books as a child, it gave Sato a good foundation when it came to writing essays and building up strong vocabulary. Now, the children would be able to do the same and not be stuck reading the same few books.

Sato looked behind him to find the culprit. He gave Gray a thankful nod and a smile. That was more than enough for the love-struck General.

... 

The day went by in a blink of an eye. Sato and Gray entertained the children in doors, ranging from card games to helping them with school work. Although the children were orphans, they were enrolled into the nearby public school that was free of charge.

Unlike Sato who felt and acted like a big brother, Gray was more like a teacher. Surprisingly, Gray was extremely patient with children. His cold and quiet aura was nonexistent when teaching the little kids. He was even able to explain to them using simple terms. By the end, everyone called Gray, Teacher Gray, instead of Big brother. Gray was very happy with his new nickname.

At night, after they had tucked in the children with a new bed time story, the pair could finally sit down and talk with Mother Maria. She was really thankful for everything that Gray and Sato had done. After all, this would not have been possible in her wildest dreams.

"It is really nothing, Mother Maria." Gray told her the truth. To him, these things were really nothing. It was the outcome that mattered more in this case. "I'm more than happy to see the children live in a better environment."

"Yes, yes. The children really adore you for what you had given them. Also, speaking of giving, I have good news to share." Mother Maria took out a clear file that contained several documents. On one of them, it had a picture of a little girl from the Sunflower Orphanage.

"After liaising with The Miracle Foundation, we received a response from them a week later. There was a couple that was interested in adopting, Little Leah. I met up with them to have a chat the other day and they seemed like really great people. So after a week of paperwork, they will officially adopt Little Leah tommorow."

The smile on Mother Maria face was extremely warm and blissful. She had waited many years for potential parents that would be willing to adopt these poor little children. Yet, it was never successful and so, in the end, there were many orphans that had to live independently once they cross a certain age. It was truly heartbreaking.

Tommorow would be the first successful adoption of the Sunflower Orphanage. The Three year old Leah would be brought into a loving home and loved by her new parents.

To the two boys that made it possible for this to happen, Mother Maria was very grateful and thankful for their kind souls.

Sato had to drop out of university as he lacked the funds to continue his education. Due to some unfortunate encounters, his original scholarship funds had disappeared and now he was forced to earn enough to carry on his education journey.

As such, he saw a advertisement ad recruiting a personal assistant in the military. Anyone could be eligible and not only that, the pay was high too. Immediately Sato applies for it, where he soon finds out that it was to be the Personal Assistant for a Major General of the Army of Country Z.

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Even junk could be sacrificed!
This fact was soon spread among the players.
Although the NPCs didn't permit the players to sacrifice junk, the players could exchange junk for contribution points if they drew the sacrificial circle themselves!
Some bigwigs speculated that this should be a bug of the game's sacrificial system.
After all, how could a deity collect junk?
How could the goddess who was high up in the air accept junk?
So there must be something wrong…
But some players believed that this might be a part of the game's sacrificial mechanism!
This was a game after all.
A deity in the game was not a true deity.
Maybe… This kind of sacrifice was actually a recycling mechanism in the game system, similar to the effect of selling junk to the merchants in other online games of before.
However, the players ultimately didn't care about the reason.
They only cared whether they could make money through this exploit.
The sacrificial circle received the junk equipment all the same and the system would give a small amount of contribution points in return.
Although there were barely more than a dozen contribution points each time, the players could earn a lot if they slowly accumulated them.
Maybe from the perspective of Alice and Berserker, these pieces of junk equipment that had lost their effectiveness only had a memorial value. It would be extremely profane to sacrifice these rotten objects to Mother God.
However, these audacious players didn't care.
What they lacked most were contribution points. They were more than happy to exchange these useless junk for contribution points.
Ahem, if this function was a loophole, then they hoped the official game company would discover it much later!
Or that they would never discover it!
The players felt that they were lucky to discover this little secret.
All the players began to learn how to draw the sacrificial circle after the first successful attempt!
On the Internet of the blue planet, some kind netizen even expressly summarized the whole process and posted it.
Of course, the players didn't discuss this matter in the official webpage of The Kingdom of Elves.
After the players mastered the skill of drawing the sacrificial circle, they began to pray to the goddess formally in the two NPCs' absence and sacrifice the junk they picked secretly.
Eh… They mainly sacrificed some pieces of broken equipment they picked from Florence and the animal bones they got by killing magic beasts in order to make some pocket money.
As for those rare classic books they found, they would give them to the NPCs.
This was because sacrificing classic books through the NPCs would be considered as completing an exploration task. This way, the players could gain extra experience points and contribution points.
But sacrificing every kind of junk they could find wouldn't count.
By experimenting, the players discovered that the sacrificial circle didn't swallow everything.
The sacrificial circle never rejected broken classic books, damaged equipment, materials from the magic beasts they killed, and even ores.
But the sacrificial circle gave no answer to broken handicrafts, household rubbish, rotten bones the players dug out, and the berries they picked.
After some time, they called the former as recyclable rubbish and the latter as nonrecyclable rubbish.
As the players kept exploring and performing sacrifice, Eve rejoiced.
During this period of time, Eve accumulated a large amount of equipment in the space of the godhead.
Most of them were Purple Epic. There were even some Golden Legend equipment!
Moreover, ranging from Iron to Silver, the equipment at these levels were abundant. Several sets of them were even at Gold levels!
Eve speculated that the players would earn Him millions of contribution points for this batch of equipment!
And Eve collected these pieces of equipment from the players at an extremely low price.
That was right.
Eve received the junk sacrificed by the players, repaired them with divine force, recycled them with some special effects, and made these equipment.
It was hard to make a completely new set of equipment with raw materials. But it was easy to repair and recycle old equipment with divine force.
If divine force was not enough to mend them, some players even kindly sacrificed animal bones and ores.
The elves had many kinds of equipment in 1000 years. Many of their creations were originally very advanced. Although mortals couldn't mend them, a true god could.
Nevertheless, perhaps nobody would think that a true god would appreciate secular equipment and stoop so low to repair them with divine force.
After all, from the perspective of the creatures in the world of Sagas, true gods were too noble to care about these things…
Besides, cross-border sacrifice would cost much divine force. As many creatures thought, heaven was the dwelling of true gods.
Maybe only Eve, a deity who was in the same world with the players, could afford the large-scale sacrificing and recycling.
All of these sacrifices, after being renewed, would be the commodities Eve sold to the players.
However, Eve didn't put all of the renewed equipment into the exchange system. Instead, He first selected a batch of low-level magic equipment and Golden Legend equipment for the exchange system.
As for the remaining ones, Eve planned to gradually bring the more advanced items to the market in batches according to the players' levels, of course after they had bought all the equipment in the current exchange system…
This was called a rational analysis of the consumers' potential, which would maximize the company's profits.
Moreover, with the large boom of interest in exploration, Eve received a large quantity of classic books, and thus He gained a better understanding of the history of elves 1000 years ago.
Unfortunately, these historical classic books still didn't describe the secret of the War of Gods.
Why did the world tree get besieged?
Why did the kind true god have no ally?
The other gods… Were they afraid of something?
Eve didn't know.
Nonetheless, He didn't worry much, believing that He would discover some clues to the secret one day.
In addition, as the players continued to explore, the game's exchange system of practice methods was almost complete.
The players found several dozen ruined and moldy classic books about practice methods in the ruins of Florence in less than one week!
After being repaired by Eve, all these classic books appeared in the exchange system.
However, most of the classic books were of Blue Rare or White Ordinary quality. Most of them were only useful for the players at Iron levels.
Only three practice methods were useful for Silver-level players.
The Element Meditation method discovered by Li Mu and Demacia was the most advanced.
This was within Eve's expectation.
While the elves were migrating away from Florence, they must have taken as many precious classic books as possible. The ones they had left behind were definitely not important.
Eve was already lucky enough to have found Element Meditation.
The basic ones were already there. If the worst came to the worst, Eve could always use His divine force to derive advanced classic books from the lower level ones.
When the players got to Silver levels, Eve would have recovered more of His power. By then, it would be a piece of cake to use divine force to derive advanced practice methods for the players.
Generally, everything in the forest of elves was developing in the right direction.
The little leeks were growing healthily and happily…
The construction of the elf town was almost completed.
The players repaired the temple in Florence and put Eve's statue in it.
Furthermore, the players systematically undertook the reconstruction of Florence…
The players constantly expanded their area of activities as they got higher in levels.
The forest of elves was exuberant and complicated with various kinds of magic beasts.
Therefore, the players explored slowly. Outside the safe zone, the players could now explore 30 miles in one day.
In spite of this, as time went by, some players gradually came to the edge of the forest.
After exploring for some time, they gathered a lot of material.
Because of this, the players even spontaneously set up sections such as "Pictures of Monsters," "Pictures of Plants," "Public Maps" and "Battle Strategies" in the information bar of the game's official forum.
The Kingdom of Elves became a hot topic discussed on the Internet of the blue planet.
When the official game company announced the news about the second pre-OBT, the hype for this epic masterpiece finally reached a climax again!
The quota of the second pre-OBT was 900!
Numerous netizens rushed to the game's official forum to register in hopes that they would become the lucky chosen ones.
Meanwhile, Ullr the God of Winter and Hunting gave a new oracle to His believers at last…


In The Kingdom of Elves, the War of Gods 1000 years ago caused the fall of the World Tree. In a world where true gods rule, the fall of the elven civilization came soon after.
A 1000 years has passed, the new World Tree is now reborn. 
Eve Euktrahill, the Mother of Nature, the Goddess of Life, the Great Ruler of Elves. Armed with the ability to connect to the Internet on the blue planet, He (yes, He) now must rely on players from the blue planet to help His goal of reviving the past glory of the elves and the World Tree.

"People at birth, are naturally good…"
"Their natures are similar, but their habits make them different..."
All of these ghost children began to recite phrase after phrase. With that, the vengefulness that was brooding in their hearts gradually dissipated. At the same time, those pitch-black clothes they were wearing slowly turned into a shade of pure white.
With that, something even more shocking happened.
From out of thin air, desks appeared one by one, and a book appeared on each of them. The cover of this book was none other than the 'Three Character Classic.'
'Holy f*ck! What in the world is going on right now?' Lin Fan was totally stumped. This had gone way beyond his expectations!
What the hell was happening within his realm right now? Even though this realm was evidently created by him, why in the world couldn't he understand a single sh*t at all? This was way too incredulous!
This wasn't even the tip of the iceberg just yet.
One by one, all of the ghost children sat down on their desks while wearing these pure white student robes of ancient times. Carrying the Three Character Classic in their hands, they began to recite out the text while swaying their heads left and right.
Those malicious expressions of theirs began to purify into one of immaculate innocence.
At the same time, beams of bright light began to flow out from these ghost children. Fusing together, they culminated into a river and flowed towards the Thunder Trainer King.
"This is the Karma of Redemption!" At this moment, Fairy Hongyun was stunned. She had not expected a mysterious power such as the Karma of Redemption to exist on the face of this world!
"Karma of Redemption?" Lin Fan's brows creased as well, not really understanding where Fairy Hongyun was going along with that.
"Legends have it that the Ancient Saint World has been around for a really long time now. Through the countless of millenniums, numerous civilizations have existed. The Karma of Redemption is a power that existed a really long time ago. To think that it would still exist after such a long period of time has passed! In fact, even those modern beings of the Buddha race wouldn't be able to comprehend the Karma of Redemption themselves!" Fairy Hongyun exclaimed in shock.
"How do YOU know about it?" Lin Fan asked suspiciously.
"I read about it from books." She looked over at Lin Fan and replied.
At that moment, a strange phenomenon occurred.
A bright burst of light filled up the entire realm as the sky boomed out loudly. Twelve unusual looking Incense of Redemption appeared on the head of the Thunder Trainer King.
These Incense of Redemption burned while emanating a really invigorating and fragrant scent.
With that, a Hand of Redemption appeared out of nowhere as well. Holding up the twelve Incense of Redemption together, the hand dotted the lit part of the incenses at the head of the Thunder Trainer King.
Suddenly, twelve burn scars appeared on the head of the Thunder Trainer King. However, the moment these burn scars appeared, yet another weird phenomenon happened in the air.
The world was filled with golden lotuses while Buddhist tunes rang through the sky. The moment anyone heard these, their spirits felt instantly lifted.
The Thunder Trainer King had turned holy all of a sudden, as a rainbow colored divine light appeared on the back of his head.
"To think that this is the Bodhisattva Discipline!" The moment Fairy Hongyun caught sight of this, she was trembling entirely, unable to stay still any longer.
On the other hand, Lin Fan was utterly confused. How in the hell would he know what a Bodhisattva Discipline was?
"This is symbolic of the highest order of the Buddha race, and represents its infinite potential, infinite wisdom, infinite heart of redemption, infinite power…" Fairy Hongyun was explaining something that had never ever happened in history.
However, Lin Fan didn't understand a single hoot about what she was talking about. The only thing he could get out of her explanation was this: 'Thunder Trainer King was going to be f*cking strong soon!'
Lin Fan had not expected the Thunder Trainer King to be capable of such feats. This was something he had never once thought about before.
At this moment, the Thunder Trainer King started moving. Raising that tender hand of his, a flash of Buddha light appeared in the realm. From that, a majestic looking academy appeared.
However, the most jaw-dropping thing for Lin Fan was that a tablet was erected right at the entrance of this academy!
'Thunder Trainer King's Academy of Electroconvulsive Therapy.' And, the tagline was this, 'You deserve it.'
'Holy f*ck! Isn't this going towards the cruel, exploitative methods of that b*stard, Yang Yongxin?' Lin Fan broke out into a cold sweat. This was simply too damned nefarious!
"Little kiddos, come over to the light. Come forth into the new era, into this academy, where you shall receive the education of love from Your King here!" The Thunder Trainer King called out solemnly.
"Yes, King!" All of those innocent and nubile kids kept their books and folded their desks. As though they were converted, they entered that unknown academy.
Suddenly, Lin Fan realized something terrifying. Just as the Thunder Trainer King was turning around, his lips curled into a sinister and beastly grin.
'This…this…!'
Lin Fan did not dare to imagine any longer. He could not bear to think about the sort of 'education' these kids would receive upon entering that mysterious academy.
"How could this be? How could all my children there break free of my control?" Suddenly, Wan Wujun broke out in anger with reddened eyes. He could not believe everything right before his face.
The moment all his children left for that academy, Wan Wujun realized that his realm was completely useless now with the loss of all those children!
Just who in the world was this guy? What was that beam of light from earlier?
Wan Wujun broke down. His heart was bleeding right now. To think that this realm that he had so painstakingly built would be destroyed by some unknown bald-headed kid! How could he endure this at all?!
"Oh, poor lamb who has lost your way. Are you willing to receive Your King's education of love as well?" Just as the Thunder Trainer King was about to enter his academy, he realized that the security guard room at the entrance of his academy was empty. Because of that, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at Wan Wujun.
"Damn it! DAMN IT!" Wan Wujun was thoroughly riled right now as he howled out malevolently, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU…!"
Looking at everything before him, Lin Fan felt that he did not have to do anything anymore. It was as though he had truly handed over the whole show to the Thunder Trainer King right from the very start.
At this moment, that stern and solemn Thunder Trainer King shook his head, "Hais! If I don't enter Hell, who would? Since you wish to kill me, Your King here shall let you kill me then. All I can hope for is that you would be able to find your way back before you lose yourself entirely in that endless abyss."
"Find back your true self, your true heart. Look back for the kindness you once had in your heart and diffuse all of your hatred within. Let Your King here bear all your burdens."
The moment Lin Fan heard these words of the Thunder Trainer King, his brows twitched.
Plot!
This was without a single doubt a plot!
"HOW DARE YOU SNATCH OVER MY INFINITE CHILDREN AND DESTROY MY REALM? I SHALL TAKE YOUR LIFE!" Wan Wujun howled out in anger as he darted out towards the Thunder Trainer King in a frenzy.
Looking at Wan Wujun, the Thunder Trainer King's face was unchanging. Placing his palms together, a bright Buddha light appeared instantly. This Buddha light shone through the entire realm and caged up Wan Wujun within it.
Suddenly, Wan Wujun was beginning to realize that the bald-headed kid before his very eyes was beginning to grow in size and holiness!
As though it was being chipped away by something, Wan Wujun felt the malice within his heart diminishing by the second.
Lin Fan frowned. Just what in the world was this fella up to? However, something that stumped Lin Fan happened again once more.
The moment that menacing Wan Wujun reached the face of the Thunder Trainer King, his face changed drastically, as though he was filled with immense regrets.
With a single thud, he collapsed to his knees before the Thunder Trainer King.
"Oh, King! I have sinned gravely! I am willing to receive that noble and selfless education of love of yours!" Wan Wujun was repenting sincerely right at the feet of the Thunder Trainer King at this very moment.
And with that came the final blow.
The Thunder Trainer King fondled Wan Wujun's head fondly and gently.
"Enter my Thunder Trainer King's Academy for Electroconvulsive Therapy. I guarantee that you'll turn over a new leaf. From this day forth, you shall be reborn as a brand-new man. Follow my teachings, come on."
"Yes."
...
Lin Fan's jaws dropped straight down to the ground. Just what in the bloody hell was happening right now? This was nothing as he had imagined!
What the f*ck was going on with his realm? How did it produce things like these?


Yours Truly shall have all of you bow down to me!

Arriving in this brand-new world, Lin Fan found himself in possession of a system which allows him to level up indefinitely unbounded by the limitations of this world. Upon learning a powerful technique of Monkey Steals Peaches, Lin Fan realises that he’s poised to literally become the strongest person in this entire world. But of course, how boring would that be unless the whole world gets to know about his great name?

Shameless. Righteous. Smart. Lin Fan will let no one (or balls) stand in his way to glory!

Hilarious for all the wrong reasons and exciting for all the right ones, this novel will definitely have you roaring out in laughter and set your blood pumping all at the same time. Join us in this rollercoaster of a masterpiece with Lin Fan and his trusty sidekicks as he shows the world what it truly means to be YOURS TRULY.

There is a person, whose entire life is a legend. 
There is a person, whose extraordinariness radiates from his brows 
There is a person, his name is Lin Fan. 
Everybody: “Lin Fan, I want to have your babies.” 
A dominating life of unrestrained swag needs no explanation.

"Would you rather fight zombie sized chickens or chicken sized zombies?" he asked, "zombie sized chickens," I replied without another thought, "why?" he asked, "it's obvious, whether a chicken is massive or tiny, it still thinks like a chicken," I answered. He pondered on that thought as we kept walking down the street to school, I didn't know why, it seemed open to me, but then I didn't mind, it gave me some quiet time to think. 

My name is Cameron, a fifteen year old introvert, or at least that's what everyone else says, I don't normally care about what other people think but I pretend to so that they don't dwell on the case and bother me too much, so if someone calls me an introvert, I'll smile at them and say 'I am indeed' but I wouldn't blame them, judging from my behavior at school I earned all the creepy tags. 

I was a certified goth without the makeup and the scary attitude, people have many theories to why I'm a cold human being, maybe it was the fact that I was adopted, or maybe the fact that I ran away from every single foster home I had been put and was currently devising a plan on how to run away from the new one, or maybe the fact that I enjoy watching people feel pain, I don't know which they stuck to but I'll go ahead and say all the above.

I didn't have a typical childhood, I was abandoned at birth, most of my foster parents were cruel, I didn't fit in with the kids at school, I never had any friends so I just spent my whole life locked up inside. So I did the reasonable thing and ran off, it didn't take long for child services to find me and relocate me to a different home, I didn't know how that always worked out. 

Cause I was sure before you adopt someone you are told whether they are a flight risk or not, but people didn't seem to care about that, they always welcomed me with open arms,  maybe it was my face, I didn't know. I had run from four different homes and the child services were getting "annoyed with my behavior" which I didn't care at all about, but I honestly didn't want to be put in an orphanage so I promised to keep it down. Which was why I was still living in Philadelphia, with a nice married couple living in a pretty nice house and going to a pretty nice public school. It was tolerable but there was something wrong, maybe it was the fact that they were so good to me I felt bad that soon I was gonna leave and never look back, it was probably that. 

"But if the chickens are massive won't they think of you as little to no threat and attempt to eat you the same way they eat grasshoppers and worms," he said, bringing me out of my inner conversation. He was Kai, the only friend I had ever made in any school I had ever been in, I don't know why I became friends with him, he was somewhat like me, didn't have friends, didn't fit in but the problem was that he tried. He is pretty funny and definitely talks too much which I find annoying, but he wasn't good enough for the cool kids, or basically any other type of kids, which was why we found each other, at first I didn't want a friend but he was persistent, took him a month but I concluded that maybe he'd be more quiet once I accept his friendship. I was wrong. 

But once you get over the fact that he's annoying you get to see him for him, even more annoying on a deeper level, which I was fine with, it made me talk a lot less to myself. Which maybe was an improvement, so he was like an anchor that held me in between madness sanity, plus it was nice to hear someone else's voice that wasn't mine. 

His family was fully biological so that made me feel a bit jealous, he was black and his mom was British, lucky kid. He had long black hair but not long enough for an Afro, just enough that made it look cool, he normally wore a red hoodie, black jeans and black sneakers which I'm sure he trademarked as his style. He was five feet and fifty five inches which meant he wasn't that tall neither was he short. He was a big fan of comics, which was one of the only things we talked about, he had brown eyes and an average build. By average I mean he was leaning towards skinny. 

"I'm pretty sure if you are able to make a loud enough sound, the chickens will be threatened and back off, worms on the other hand can't which is why they are considered completely harmless," I stated, "huh, didn't think of that," he said, we kept walking and finally got to the school. Thornston high was the name, we were both juniors so we didn't get bullied that much, we still were, just not as much as we were a year before.

We walked through the gates and into the main building which was packed as always, hundreds of kids walking around, each with a different story and most of them were messed up. I didn't talk much but I definitely saw more than what I needed to see, and the knowledge I had about the good people of Thornston high was enough to make a novel, but I probably won't . We walked through the crowd and stopped at my locker to pick up my books and drop off my bag and Kai went off to do the same.

But as usual this was high school, and weird kids like me couldn't pick up their books and go to class in peace, "hey freak, brought back any dead people lately," a voice I grew to know and avoid as much as possible said behind me, "oh gosh, I was gonna bring back your grandmother but she said she hated her family so much she was better of dead," I replied, that wiped that grin off her face, "it's cute when he tries to fight back," she said to the girl on her right, typical, she couldn't come up with a comeback so she refers me to the third person. "What do you want Veronica?" I asked, the smile crawled back into place as she said, "to relocate to a different locker so that I don't have to look at your weird face anymore," I knew that's what she wanted.

She had been asking me that since the first day and frankly it was getting annoying, in normal circumstances I would have agreed to do that, but I had been relocated so many times because people wanted to have their best friends as locker mates but I was tired, and plus using my face as an excuse was just low, "not happening," I replied as I locked my locker, "fine then, maybe now I can get my boyfriend to negotiate with you," she said, and that should have been threatening to any other random kid, but I was used to it.

She was gonna get a big muscular jock from the football team to beat me up with some of his friends, she was very capable of doing that, she was one of the hottest and most popular girls in our school, she was the usual, white, long blonde hair, green eyes, red lips, slim build, somewhat athletic from being in the cheer squad and she wore a black skirt that showed off her smooth legs a maroon shirt and a leather pink jacket to top it off. She was beautiful, and I liked her for that, most guys would have seen the pricky attitude and lost interest but not me, in fact, the attitude made her even more attractive. Then there was her squad, the classic one girl on the right and the other on the left, comparatively less pretty but still wore expensive clothes, they did not speak unless spoken to and they always backed her up in a fight even when the fight was pointless, they were basically like dogs. "Whatever," I shrugged my shoulders and walked away, she was probably annoyed and wanted to shout at me but I was a safe distance away and she had to let it slide unless she wanted to make a scene.

I went to my first class which was geography, but as I walked through the doors something felt odd, I did choose geography to learn geography so maybe that was it, I told myself, I should've known it wasn't. I took my usual seat in the middle of the class next to the window and waited for the rest of the people to settle in, once the lesson started the teacher started on this new topic that I did not understand, but that's just how it is for average guys, then things started to feel weird.

Everything the teacher said started to make sense, he was teaching fast and I was totally getting it, I didn't write anything down but I could remember exactly what he said from the beginning and how he said it, I wasn't trying to understand but I was. 'Is this what parents mean when they say you'll understand everything once you're older' I thought, "...and it will be answered by Cameron," I looked up surprised that he said my name out of the blues and said, "a seismometer is an tool that receives seismic impulses," the teacher was obviously taken aback by my answer because it looked like I was very distant, "that's...right, that is very correct," he replied, he turned back to his book and continued teaching and the kid next to me leaned over and said, "good catch, he was trying to catch you off guard with a random question we probably haven't learnt yet," that was unsettling, "what do you mean?" I asked, that was an earthquake question, we're learning volcanism."

With that he turned back to his own books and continued minding his own business, now that was definitely weird, because I didn't know a thing about earthquakes. Something weird was happening and for once it was happening to me.

"What happens when I fail?" I asked, "then the world will consume itself and everything you know and love will perish." 
 "So no pressure then."

Tao.
The man Park had said she had burnt. The beginning point of all that she had been alleged as guilty of.
Jim was almost afraid to ask, but the words involuntarily left his mouth.
"What happened?"
Miya looked at him silently, her face vacant. Her eyes held a darkness he had never seen before. Her glare was burning, cutting him from the inside. A chill went down Jim's spine, as he looked at that face. A strange, sinister despair hung between them. It was almost as if he wanted to speak, but something clawed at his throat, throttling him from within.
The temperature around them seemed to have frozen. 
Jim was afraid of what he might find out, if he uttered but one single word.
Her eyes told him that she would tell him the truth. And yet, his gut told him that he didn't want to find out.
Miya's eyes didn't leave his. 
Jimmy swallowed. 
No.
Maybe some other time.
Just then, his phone buzzed, and the young master jumped up. Then he looked at a text message that he had received, and sighed. His body sagged in relief. From the corner of his eyes, he saw that Miya was looking at the sun again. 
He was glad that the moment had passed.
He didn't want to deliberate the matter, as to whether he should have insisted on knowing, but he had found a useful distraction.
Coughing, he said in a low voice.
"How do you know Rebecca?"
It was at that exact moment that all colour drained from Miya's face. She looked at Jimmy horrified. Her demeanour somehow returned to normal, and the darkness dissipated.
"I totally forgot about sister Becky!" she shrieked, and was about to jump out from the chair, when Jimmy held her hand. He was strangely calmed by the fact that she wasn't looking threatening anymore.
"I got a man sent to the library when we left," he informed her gently, "I just received his text. Rebecca did wake up a while ago, but she ate some food and slept again. He was asking for permission to leave for a while."
Miya was instantly relieved.
She looked at Jim gratefully, and silently mumbled a "Thank You".
Jim smiled.
"Then," he said again, "How did the two of you meet?"
Strangely, Miya was at ease now. She let out a soft chuckle. It lightened the atmosphere quite a bit. Her next words were almost jolly.
"It was thirteen years ago," she said.
Jim's eyes shot up at that, but he quickly maintained his expression. Thirteen years… Park had told him that Miya was 27. Which meant, she had met Rebecca when she was 14.
Holy sh*t. 
Then this was, in all probability, an incident from the time when Park had told him that she had disappeared and went missing for ten years. She had disappeared at 12, after escaping from the mental health facility, right?
Jim sat alertly in his chair.
"I was around 14," Miya continued, "Becky was slightly older. Around 19, I think. We met in the most unusual circumstances. Um… I was being bullied by some kids. And I passed out from fighting them. Becky found me and took me in."
Jim had the urge to scowl, but he remained calm. 
Where did you go to Miya? Why were you being bullied to the point of passing out?
"Have you heard of the Storm family?"
Jim frowned, then shook his head.
Miya sighed.
"Jonathan Storm, and his wife Meera. They were good people. In 2004, when riots broke out in the entire country, they were one of the victims. Uncle Jonathan had a small publishing house, and Meera was a director, of documentaries mainly. A social activist of kind. They also had a son. Sis Becky's younger brother, Adrian. He was a victim to the violence too."
Jim's frown deepened at that.
Why did it feel like he had heard that story somewhere before?
Miya continued.
"I lived with them for around a month, and they taught me how to read. That's when I started reading a lot of books. I and Becky became friends too, and she taught me all the bad stuff."
Miya looked at the sky with a satisfied smile.
"We used to smoke all day long, when uncle and aunt were off to work. She was the classic spoilt child, the distress of a well reputed family. She had zero interest in studies, or anything at all. She would just stir up trouble everywhere. I followed suit too," Miya was chuckling now, "We formed a sort of gang. She was this tall, short-haired military girl dressed in provocative clothes. And I was her right hand man. My dress code was a black shirt that had a painted skull on it, and a pair of shorts. Together, we ruled over the other kids."
A laugh left her throat.
Jim was still frowning.
"Becky bullied me into learning how to fight. And Adrian, God. He was 12, and was so tall and strong, and he'd be so mad at his sister when she taught me wrong moves. He'd train me himself. He was such a pleasant fellow, and a typical nerd. He wanted to be a script writer, and he would often seek me out to let me hear his stories," Miya sighed, "It was a good time."
And darkness filled her heart again. To be honest, it had been a long time, and she didn't even remember the boy's face clearly anymore. But the fact that he had died so young, still hurt.
"You liked him, huh?" Jim's face still had a frown, but he read the sadness on her face. He immediately wanted to console her.
Thankfully, it worked.
Miya's lips spread into a soft smile.
"He was a brother of sorts to me, yeah," she said, "But I do believe he wanted to marry me. He asked me twice."
Miya's chuckle was hearty, and Jim was instinctively on defence.
"You mean I'm not the first one to propose to you?!" he asked aloud, and the missus just chuckled.
"You're not even second, young master," she replied with a sirk.
"Huuuhh?! Who was the first?!" Jim's expression was offended. Miya laughed.
"Well, that's a secret."
She winked at him, and then put a small finger on her lips.
The air was filled with silence. 
Neither realized that they were still holding hands. When it occurred to Jim, he wanted to let go. But strangely, Miya tightened her hold on him. A second later, she breathed deeply and asked:
"Why your mother? If you don't mind, of course."
Jim was surprised. He hadn't thought she'd really ask him that. He shrugged nevertheless.
"She… She was the first person to yell at me. That's my worst memory."
Miya gave the young master a small glance, and then slowly shook her head.
"You don't have to tell me," she sighed, "But don't lie."
Jim's breath was caught in his throat.
How did she know? 
Miya read the question on his face.
"Your pulse. It quickened for a second, then calmed down way too fast. It's a classic sign of when somebody is taken by surprise, and then finally lies."
Jim's jaw dropped.
"You freak!" he muttered, looking accusingly at their intertwined hands, "You took my pulse!"
"Well of course!" came the daring reply.
Jim didn't know whether to laugh or be surprised. So, he just looked at her in absolute horror and indignity.
Miya laughed.
Her hair was ruffling with the wind, and most of it fell to her face. It was a beautiful shade really, now that it was paired with a bright yellow. Jim sighed. 
Miya's laugh sounded sweet too. Almost as if she were a free sprite.
Free… 
And something struck Jim's mind. His eyes went wide with surprise, and he immediately frowned. 
Free. Free.
Oh, yes!
Yes, that was it!
"Jonathan Freeman Storm!" Jimmy yelled out loud, jerking up from his chair suddenly, "You're talking about Jonathan Freeman Storm! The Toby-Freeman Publications!"
Miya was surprised.
"Yes, that's Rebecca's father. Did you know him?"
"Know him? Well of course I knew him. He was one of my father's colleagues!"
With that, Jim laughed out loud.
This sis Becky of Miya's… 
She was actually Rebecca Freeman Storm!

Mr. Jimmy Hunter is in a fix. He is the C.E.O. of the prestigious Hunter Corporation, currently at loggerheads with his father, Senior Mr. Hunter, the Chairman. Jimmy is the only heir, and yet his father refuses to grant him his inheritance. Unless, of course, he fulfills one condition - gets married before his next birthday! 
The clock is ticking, and the young master still hasn't found a bride. There's only twenty four hours left, and yet, there are plans to be made. Until with his two best friends, Jimmy comes up with an idea. One that would get him his 'perfect' bride, and help him get back at his father too! If only the bride would agree though...
Enter Miya!
She's strong, hard headed, foul mouthed and comes with a kid! And there's nothing that pisses her off more than an arrogant rich brat, who also happens to be a pervert. Oh well, she would teach him a lesson!

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