Emica Kana is 18 years old. She has always loved writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories.
Well, she got her wish.
Emica entered a small writing school that was near a river. Her friend had joined her. But, the teacher had an odd vibe around him. Emica became a little scared of him. She especially became scared when the teacher started to pay more attention to her. One day, when she runs from him, she falls into a world of adventure, risk, and abnormalities. 
But, her teacher is what scares her more than this new world. What secrets and schemes did he use to get her here?

Hey guys, it's Kodiak. I want to apologize for my wonky update schedule. 

I am a Sophomore in high school. I'm taking all honors and AP classes except for 2 of my electives. I live in America, but my school does classes based of an England curriculum.

Spanish 1
AICE General Papers = An AP writing class basically
Pre-AICE Math 3 = Honors Geometry 
Pre-AICE Chemistry = Honors Chemistry
AP United States History (APUSH) 
Dance (my favorite class)
AP Psychology 

HERE IS THE KICKER THOUGH: I am supposed to be a freshman because I was bumped up a grade. So I just turn 15 and I am a sophomore taking sophomore and junior classes. It's fun. I have all As and Bs and a 67% D in Chem. 

With the studying and homework from these classes, as well as starting to move in the middle of the school year, my time is pretty... limited... to say the least.

My family is moving from Florida to Maryland. Financially, we can't afford to keep living in Florida, so we're moving. 

I'm stressed to say the least. We are packing the house all day tomorrow. My dad is leaving for Maryland on Sunday to start work and find a place to live. 

On top of my Anxiety, Depression, and mooorree, my mental health and creativity is going down hill from the stress.

ALL IN ALL: I'm sorry again for the lack of uploads, I'm trying to write, yknow. 

I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far though. Please leave suggestions in the comments for ways to take this story.

Thanks for listening to my long winded explanation and apology. 

I love you all! 💜
-Kodiak

It was 10:00 AM when they finally got up. Mira  still looked a bit drowsy. 
"Come on, let's go for breakfast." Mira said. Isabella followed her down to the Great Hall. Adam was already there along with everyone else. 
Except for Michelle. 
"Where's Michelle?" Isabella asked. 
"It's Saturday.... you can't expect her to be up before noon. And don't wake her up. You don't want to suffer the same wrath as the others who dared disturb her sleep...." Mira shivered at the thought of it. She, along with everyone, felt shivers down her spine. 
"That bad, huh?" Isabella said... at first she thought they were joking but seeing the looks on their faces just made her question what was it that was so bad. 
"Let's not discuss it..." everyone nodded in agreement. Isabella came to the conclusion that perhaps it would be for the best if she never found out what they were all so afraid of.

"So anyways.... Isabella, are you still interested in Quidditch?" Adam asked. "Our seeker left last year. Wanna tryout?" 
"Yes! I played for Ombrelune- my Quidditch team at Beauxbatons." 
"Beauxbatons has houses too?" Jane suddenly jumped in. 
"Yeah. Three. Ombrelune, Bellefeuille, and Papillonlisse. We have house points too. We earn most of them from playing quidditch competitively." 
"Wow... I thought Beauxbatons would have a completely different curriculum but it seems to be mostly the same."
"Well we do learn a lot about music, creative arts and writing. We also focus on learning how to assess a situation instead of immediately casting a spell or hex. So it is sort of different from here." 
"Do you have a sorting hat too?" Jane questioned. She was very curious about Beauxbatons. She had dreamed of going there. 
"No. We have to shoot an arrow, and what ever color sparks the arrow bursts into is your house. Purple for Papillionlisse, Blue for OmbreLune and green for Bellefeuille. The arrow bases your house off of personality and character."
"That's so cool..." jane was about to keep asking questions but Adam stopped her. 
"Alright, more questions later! Isabella, you should come meet the team." Adam got up from the table. 
Isabella followed him after saying something to Jane because she looked disappointed. "I promise I'll answer all your questions later."
That made Jane feel better. 
The rest of the table continued to talk after they left. 
"How good are you?" Adam asked. 
"Pretty good, I've caught the snitch most of the times and my team is usually the winner." She replied. "Professor Bletchley has my record from playing quidditch at Beauxbatons... if you wanna check." 
"Yeah, I was going to head there anyways. "

After a while of walking they came to the Charms classroom. At the end of the classroom, professor Bletchley sat at her desk reading the Daily Prophet. Her eyebrows were stitched together, her lips pressed tight together. Whatever she was reading, must have not been too pleasant. 
"Ah, Smith. Isabella, I hope all is well?" She said. 
"Yes, ma'am." Isabella said. 
"Good.... now Smith. We need to talk about the Ravenclaw quidditch team. Any ideas for recruits?" 
"Actually, that's exactly what I came here to talk about. Isabella said she played Quidditch at her former school, I was wondering if she could play seeker?" He said. 
"Oh! That's a great idea! I saw her record, she was the best seeker in Beauxbatons!" Professor Bletchley exclaimed. Isabella's head was down, a slight blush. "Take her to meet the team and practices. I'm sure she won't disappoint." The Professor glanced at Isabella and smiled. "I'll see you on the field."

The left the classroom, and she followed Adam to well, where ever he was taking her. At first she didn't know but then she saw they turned at a big hallway. At the end was a door with an eagle on it. 
It was the Ravenclaw common room. 
"A prisoner is told "If you tell a lie we will hang you; if you tell the truth we will shoot you." What can he say to save himself?" The eagle said, turning to look at Adam and Isabella. 
Adam thought for a while, he started pacing. 
'Tell a lie... hang you... truth...shoot you...hm' Isabella thought. 
"Oh! He must say, 'You will hang me'". She said. Adam looked at her, his eyes wide.
"Good job." He told her. "Now come on!"
They entered the common room. Most Ravenclaws were at desks, studying, reading or writing. Only a few were chatting over by the fireplace. 
Adam led her to a table where five people were gathered and they were discussing something. 
The one who had been in some of her classes with Ravenclaw, had blond hair and green eyes, he was quite tall and well built too. 
"Adam!" He announced to the group. 
"Sup man." The high fived, fist bumped, something else and a quick hug which was more of a chest bump. It was their special handshake, Isabella assumed. 
"Where's Mira?" He inquired, when he saw Isabella. 
"Hangin with the others." Adam replied. "Alright so, Cal" Right! She had forgotten his name was Cal. "I think I've found our seeker." He told Cal, pointing at Isabella who stood behind him. 
The rest of the people turned to look at Adam. They must have all been older because  Isabella didn't recognize them as third years. A girl, with unruly bright red curly hair and shining big blue eyes stood up. She also wore glasses with a thick black rim. They only made her eyes look bigger. 
"We'll have to see. How about tomorrow, Quidditch field, 7 o'clock sharp in the morning. I already booked the field for practice."
"Sounds good." Adam said. Isabella stepped forward. "Her name's Isabella, she the-" she didn't let him finish. 
"Transfer from Beauxbatons. Isabella Dumont. Nice to meet y'all." She didn't want to seem shy or timid so she decided it was best to speak up and not let Adam do the introductions for her. 
"Name's Darcy. Darcy Barts. I'm a chaser and Captain of this team." She extended her hand. Darcy had a firm hand shake. Darcy was a 6th year. She started to introduce the other team members. Mary Haden, (5th year) a dark skinned girl with dreadlocks. She was a beater. Lucy Wade, (5th year) whose long blond hair was tied back into a beautiful french braid, was a Chaser along with James Casey (who went by Jace, 4th year). He had a messy undercut hairstyle and very interesting grey eyes. Cal Leuze (pronounced "lose") was a beater. Adam stayed to chat with the team, but Isabella left, deciding it'd be a good time to find the others.

Isabella Dumont is entering third year at Hogwarts. She was transferring from Beauxbatons (the french magic school) to Hogwarts. It was her mother’s decision. To her mother, Hogwarts is a complete mess. The views are stunning and all, and the Ravenclaw tower is most certainly magnificent with all the books she could possibly read and great friends but there’s only one big issue bothering her. And that’s Nicolas (Nick) Potter. 
50 years ago Harry Potter (Nick’s) grandfather defeated Lord Voldemort, a powerful evil wizard. And now Nick is attending Hogwarts, and according to Isabella he just thinks he’s the greatest, but he’s really just another annoying boy. 
But what will prevail in their relationship as Nick starts to show interest in Isabella?






(Harry Potter Fanfic)

The commotion of the new semester turned into a ruckus after a few days, which had then turned into chaos in the span of the first month. That is to say, nothing had changed at all during this entire month. Being in charge of first graders on her third year as a teacher proved to be a challenge for Hee Yeon Kim, but for reasons she could only describe as &quot;complicated,&quot; she had been forced into this difficult task. To say that her experience was lacking was a gross understatement, and it was near impossible for her to manage the ruckus that the first graders were creating. As such, it became somewhat of a routine for the teachers of adjacent classrooms to intervene and suppress(?)* the children of Class 1-3. Perhaps it was thanks to that, or perhaps the children had simply grown accustomed to school after a month, but they had reached the point where they would calm down just enough for class to start. Hee Yeon had to settle for that. Nonetheless, as soon as breaktime started, the children would resume their chaotic commotion, filling the halls with their voices as Hee Yeon sat next to the window, her head in her hands in an attempt to withstand it all.

'If only they had gym class all morning long…'

But if that were the case, then she would have to be on guard, looking out for potential injuries, which would then cause even more of a psychological strain on her. In her current state of mind, however, she wished for nothing more than to escape from all the noise. When she looked up towards the classroom again, she realized that she had to say something.
&quot;Jihoon, you can't stand on the desk. You'll get hurt!&quot; She warned in her strictest tone. &quot;Heejin, don't get so close to the window! Get down from there! There, in the back! Stop running! What if you fall over?!&quot;
Even in the midst of all the chaos, she couldn't help but notice one of her students sitting quietly, in the middle of the row next to the windows. He had become the talk of the school due to his good looks, and he was the one exception in this classroom of constant cacophony. The boy was always reading. He mainly read textbooks, but sometimes would bring in children's tales from somewhere and read those. During class he would always look at her with bright eyes, listening so intently to what she said that she felt almost awkward under the pressure, but it was thanks to him that she felt proud and satisfied to be a teacher. After all, there wasn't a teacher alive who disliked diligent students.

The boy paid no mind to his teacher's rather open observation of him and just kept on reading. He was quite happy with his current lifestyle. The classes taught him new things every day, satisfying his intellectual curiosity, and every day, the knowledge he gained from his textbooks surprised him. Reading and reaching an understanding of the material in the textbooks, regardless of the curriculum, filled the boy with an almost euphoric kind of joy. This was especially true for afterschool math class, which made him feel jittery. He derived an immense sort of satisfaction with every problem he solved correctly, and as his knowledge increased, he almost felt as if he could organize his thoughts concerning his confusing circumstances.

Just as the boy was about to immerse himself in the joy of studying, someone tapped his shoulders. When he turned around, he saw that it was Jihoon. Though only a month had passed since the start of the new semester, Jihoon already stood out from the rest of the class. To put it nicely, he was a very lively child, but in reality, he was closer to a menace. He could not bring himself to sit quietly during lessons, sprinting out of the classroom to go to the restroom (and if the teacher chased after him, he would always run away with a huge smile on his face, as if he was enjoying a game of tag), and during break time, he would jump from desk to desk, like an action maniac who delighted in the thrill and excitement of dangerous activities. He was also very creative, always coming up with new ways to make the girl who sat next to him cry. All this caused the other kids to practically line up to join Jihoon in his &quot;games,&quot; and he had become infamous within the parents' SNS chatrooms. However, being the only son of a prominent family, no one could really touch him, only increasing the frustration of the victims'(?) parents and homeroom teacher.
This same Jihoon had just approached the boy, apparently nominating(?) him as the next victim, but the boy simply looked at him wide-eyed as if he didn't know what was happening. Jihoon had his back to the group of students who followed him and looked down at him. &quot;They say you look like a plaster cast,&quot; he declared arrogantly. What did that even mean? &quot;My mom saw my sister's drawing and she said it looked like you. That's what a plaster cast is. You're plaster.&quot;

The boy went blank at Jihoon's words, confused at the utter lack of context.

Jihoon was actually referring to a bit of a hot topic among parents for a brief period of time. During the entrance ceremony, the parents had discussed the boy's outstanding looks, and someone had mentioned that he looked &quot;statuesque.&quot; Following this comment, the parents of a student preparing for art school had brought up &quot;Julian,&quot; one of the plaster cast busts used as a drawing model. Of course, parents quickly fell into a typical SNS conversation, adding that their own children were just as pretty, or whose children had better looks, but it appeared that their talks of plaster casts had reached Jihoon's ears. However, being completely unaware of this whole situation, the boy sat there dumbfounded.

&quot;He's plaster face now.&quot; Said Jihoon again, almost triumphantly. At these short, nonsensical words, the students began to clap and laugh uncontrollably. Perhaps the boy's blank expression and reaction had somehow struck them as funny. Following this relatively small incident, the boy had gained the nickname &quot;plaster face,&quot; and when Myeong-su, who was in the classroom next door, found out about this, it became his nickname at the institute as well. When the teacher heard of this, she thought it was rather cute, but she was also concerned that the boy's feelings were hurt by the nickname. It wasn't uncommon for children to feel upset at nicknames they did not like and lose their spirits.

However, the boy paid no mind to it, partly because he wasn't sure whether &quot;plaster face&quot; had enough of a negative connotation to feel upset over it, and partly because he thought it was better than what they had called him back at the peasant town. They had taken to calling him &quot;scrofa**&quot; due to the fact that he scavenged in the forest all day, or just &quot;boar.&quot; Rather than being compared to a pig, covered in mud and oinking all around the place, he preferred being compared to plaster.

****

With the approach of summer, the weather had reached the point where the impatient few had already begun to wear short sleeves outside. Volunteer workers still visited the institute every so often, now that the tough weeds sprouting through the lawn of the yard had grown enough to injure to the children. Though they were promptly eradicated by the volunteers, the teachers still had to warn the children to not go into the grass.

&quot;We'll be off!&quot;

The elementary schoolers shouted out as they got off the institute's van, cheerfully waving to the teacher sitting in the driver's seat. Among the children walking to the gates of the elementary school were the two first graders, Myeong-su and the boy, one third grader, one fifth grader, and two sixth graders. The sixth graders were very composed within and without the boundaries of the institute, and the third and fifth graders followed their every step. True to his status as a carefree, energetic first grader, however, Myeong-su ran into the school grounds, dragging the boy by the hand. The older children did nothing to stop them. Rather, they looked wholly uninterested, their steps seemingly much heavier than those of other students. But Myeong-su was too excited to pay attention to such things, and he just kept on running with the boy, who ran along like a leashed puppy. Though it looked like the boy was forcing himself to go along with Myeong-su, he was actually having just as much fun. He had recently discovered the existence of the school library and was ecstatic at the thought of feasting upon the mighty(?) collections of books within. The fact that all the children from the institute took the van to get to school meant that the boy always arrived before his classmates. Once in the classroom, he left his bag at his seat and headed straight to the library.

&quot;You're first again.&quot; The librarian had just started to open the library, and the boy greeted her, a gleeful smile on his face. &quot;You can go right ahead.&quot;

Having been granted permission, the boy bowed once again to the librarian, who was making her way towards her desk, and ran into the library. The musty scent of the books that had collected overnight filled his nose, and it almost felt sweet to him. He chose three books to read for that day, all relatively thin. His knowledge and comprehension were still not advanced enough for him tackle thicker books, causing him to always reach for the thinner books, meant for the younger students, without caring for their content. Such books mainly came out in series, so he had made it a habit to just go through the books series by series. Though the boy might have been unaware, children's books were not necessarily limited to just biographies and fairy tales, but also included illustrated classical literature and economics, which were enough to satisfy the boy's thirst for knowledge. Thanks to this, he had been able to catch up on his past seven years of no education and quickly learned about the systems of this world, as well as the social environment he was in.

He was also able to fully concentrate on books because they provided an escape from all the sadness and despair that came from being thrown into a completely new society and lifestyle. Or rather, he had no choice but to fully concentrate on books. His memories of the past still haunted him, no matter how much time passed.

****

Once the teachers' morning meeting ended, Hee Yeon went back into her classroom. Her students, who once seemed like water in hot oil, now felt like powder filling up a lidless blender. Though she had no way of knowing when the blender would turn on and scatter the powder everywhere, things were under control as long as she kept a watchful eye on the switch.
Because classes had not started yet, the switch seemed to be half pressed already, though the students attempted, if only a little, to quiet down when the teacher had walked in. Only Jihoon, apparently still in hot oil rather than the blender, spoke loudly to his friend, while the rest of the students remained in their seats and murmured to each other. The children had no way of knowing that their collective murmurs let to a very loud ruckus. Only one student, called 'plaster face' by the other kids even though he looked more like a 'Julian,' paid no mind to the noise and silently read his book. After almost a full semester of knowing him, Hee Yeon thought that he was possibly in the school's top ranks when it came to concentration and attitude towards learning, and though he hadn't stood out that much at the beginning of the semester, he had started to show great improvement in writing composition and math. When the teacher in charge of the afterschool classes spoke to her about the boy, complimenting him greatly in his skills, Hee Yeon's expectations of him had grown even more. Looking at him now, reading his book, it was hard to imagine that he was from an institute.

Just then, the bell rang out, signaling the start of classes.
&quot;Well then!&quot; Announced Hee Yeon. &quot;We'll begin class. Do you know what's for first period?&quot;
&quot;Family learning!&quot;

Hee Yeon smiled despite herself. The students seemed like small birds all singing together. Then she met eyes with 'Julian.' Though she was unsure when it had started, she definitely felt that family learning classes drained her the most, especially when looking at those eyes, filled with such sorrow. The teacher of three years couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt whenever she met those eyes, and she didn't even know why.

&lt;The New Semester (1)&gt; End

*(?) – this is often used when the word used before it conveys the connotation the author wants, but is not fully accurate. For example, teachers likely helped calm the kids down and maybe reprimand them, but they didn't actually physically suppress the students.
**scrofa – from Latin &quot;scrofa,&quot; it literally means &quot;sow.&quot; Typically used to refer to female pigs used for breeding.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

we are make arrengements for my school exams and i learn that our mentor has a  background becuse it was smoother than i thought we are staying in london for 6 months
"shall we do exam after one or two week for your studies or do you want tomorrow "
"i want to do tomorrow sir "
i think he did not expect that answer from me i can t judge him giving first to highschool exams all doing by 5 years old boy i would think  
boy is spoiled and liar but maybe  his disase and i don t know why he is making 
it with out asking
-------------------------door opens------------------------------
"welcome sir what do you want to do?"
there was brown hair receptionist lady she has brown eyes and beuty face

"thankyou lady we want to oppen account for
stocks and can we take one cup of cafee and orange juice for boy"
"yes sir immediately "
after sitting here and investing my money 
we were crossing over a old and very conflicti g old bar it was very weird that nobody did not giving attention and there were board writing
'Leaky couldron' i stopped here for 2 minutes 
very confused 
i said that my inner voices 
'@#&## harry potter world what the ##@$@ ?
okay calm down it could be worse it could be
some martial arts world'
"jhonatan jhonatan!  why are you just looking
a music storage?"
principle call my name with high voice ı forgot that normal people can t see
"ı am uuuuuu....  looking for bird "
"don t waste my time follow me"
after going hotel we sleep tomorrow i have exam
there was a empty room and 5 people waiting for me 
"is that kid jason? he should be very special that you use connections"
there was middle aged man with fedora and 80 style suit he looked me very interesting eyes
"you see it charles kid special or not"
"than lets begin"
after taking exams from them i started write fast speed they dumbfounded from my writing but i dont know they changed curriculum i write with my future information
after i finished 8 th class lesson one if them looked like say something but they stoped by others and my durability start to be spent but thanks for my magic(power mystery solved) i accomplish it
i am still five years old it was expected
my exam last for six hours and when i finished all of it they looked me like i am monster and i did not realize that my hand bleeding
------------------observers pov(after exam)-------------
we are dumbfounded 5 years old kid very ordinary looking came to us today by our  friend jason and he told us he want to taking exams for skip class we laugh to him it was a good joke but everything changed when kid start exam he was writing like he  know everything with out second looking and we looked his paper little bit and it was detailed and correct after thirth hour one of us want to
told to him exam continue tommorow but we stop him becuse kid hand was bleed ordinary
kids would cry for it but that kid eyes are very focused when you look his eyes it s like endless dark well

that day we decided to go drink but after seeing child like that "we all same ha lets looked what did he write"
after we check the exams child answers are above the truth it was not a genius it was monster second tesla  no no it was far from
 einstein or any scientist and after we check exams we decied to graduated him from highschool but our wish was graduated him from universty we don t know where jason find him we decided to protect him from information leaking 
######  HANDSOME AUTHOR   #########
my relasing schedule is very random so i can relased it any time 
I am waiting for your comments and power stone for support maybe it can make me faster

after he died left a lot of legacy but he did not leave one thing his brain 
education and moments he spend what will  bring to him 

ı am not owner harry potter or somethihg like that
your comments are valuable

Qiao Nan was finally willing to take the three letters back from Xu Tingting. "But Xu Tingting, it's best that you remember this. Today's matter is not over. If this happens again, I will not give you any more prior warning. Please be mentally prepared for the consequences."
Having that said, Qiao Nan simply went back to the classroom without looking at Xu Tingting.
Looking at the three letters in her hands, except for the letter from Zhai Sheng, she actually wanted very much to tear away the other two letters from Chen Jun.
After some consideration, Qiao Nan knitted her brows and simply ignored the two letters from Chen Jun. She then opened the letter from Zhai Sheng to read it. The content of the letter was very simple. In short, it said 'No puppy love'.
If Qiao Nan dared to do that, he would definitely 'deal' with her when he came back from the army.
The serious tone, strict manner, and threatening way that the message was conveyed in the letter stunned Qiao Nan. When she's with Zhu Baoguo, she felt like she had a son. But in front of Brother Zhai, why did she feel like she had another father?
In her impression, there were already three people who warned her not to get involved in a romantic relationship in high school. Coincidentally, these three people were her 'son' and two 'fathers'.
"What are you looking at?" Zhu Baoguo sat down, sulking.
"Nothing." Qiao Nan folded the letter calmly and placed it back into the envelope. She did not understand. Had she done anything in particular recently to make these three men of different ages so worried about her that they had to 'remind' her out of 'good intention' simultaneously?
"Is there really nothing? I heard someone wrote to you. Who was it?" Zhu Baoguo had the ears of the great monkey sage. He actually knew about this matter just as Qiao Nan got to know about it.
"Who do you think it was?" Qiao Nan flipped her book. "Someone told me that I'm still young and it's not appropriate to be romantically involved."
"Oh?" Then that must not be Chen Jun. "Who's so wise as to have observed your behavior and give you such advice? This is a real friend. Xiao Qiao, you can interact more with this friend."
"Crap." Qiao Nan rolled her eyes at Zhu Baoguo and ignored him thereafter. She started to read her books conscientiously.
"Teacher Liu is here. Oh yes, have you all heard about the results for the monthly exams?"
"Nope. Did you receive any news?"
"Yes, I heard that the top scorer in the cohort is from our class."
"That goes without saying. We're in class one. If the top scorer of the cohort is not from our class, do we still deserved to be called class one? Guess, who came in first in the cohort?"
"That… Isn't Qiao Nan the top scorer in the middle school examination?"
"Hmm, will she be the top scorer forever just because she clinched the top place in the middle school examination? It's hard to say. After all, the curriculum between junior high school and senior high school is very different. The difficulty level is also higher in senior high school." Xu Tingting's dormitory mate was not pleased. Xu Tingting, who was in the same dormitory as her, was capable. Xu Tingting knew the solutions to all the questions she did not know the answers to.
Moreover, she asked Xu Tingting and the latter said that she did very well for this examination. There would be a change in the top scorer of this class.
Xu Tingting, who was writing a letter to Chen Jun, happened to hear these conversations. She could not help tightening the grip on her pen as her eyes flashed with ambitions. Since she attended senior high school, her learning attitude had improved. She lost to Qiao Nan in terms of romance, but she did not believe that she would also lose to her in academic performance.
Within a short span of one month, there were three outstanding men who appeared consecutively in Qiao Nan's life. If Qiao Nan was not distracted by this, could she still be considered a woman?
Regardless of whether Qiao Nan liked them, at the very least, she should feel a little proud. As long as Qiao Nan was distracted, she would be able to grab the opportunity to surpass Qiao Nan. Based on her previous experience, anyone whom she managed to outdo could forget about doing better than her in the future.
"Alright. Be quiet everyone. The teachers have finished grading the monthly exam papers a couple of days ago. We are very pleased that many of you did not disappoint us. You did very well. However, the teachers don't wish to give you too much pressure. Hence, on this occasion, we will not announce the ranking of the students. Of course, we hope that all of you will continue to work hard. Those who performed well will continue to do so, and those who are slightly lagging behind could put in more effort and catch up. We'd also like to give you some prior information. When you go home two weeks later, bring a letter back. The school will be organizing a parent-teacher conference for first-year students."
Teacher Liu was glowing and all smiles, especially when he talked about the results of the monthly exam. His eyes were smiling and constantly forming the shape of a crescent.
"Can the subject representative please come up to give out the exam papers for this subject? Solutions to the problems will be explained. After the lesson ends, please collect the papers back."
When Teacher Liu finished his words, the subject representative went up and took the stack of exam papers. She then proceeded to distribute them.
Seeing that Xu Tingting actually scored ninety-five marks, as her dormitory date, the subject representative's eyes lit up. She then winked at Xu Tingting before passing the paper to her.
As she took over the paper with ninety-five marks in bright red, Xu Tingting pursed her lips and gave a reserved smile. While maintaining eye contact with the subject representative, she cast a glance at Qiao Nan and lifted her eyebrows to enquire about the latter's scores.
The subject representative shook her head and then showed Xu Tingting a thumbs-up. She was telling Xu Tingting that she did not know Qiao Nan's scores but Xu Tingting's score was the highest among the few papers she had given out.
Moreover, what she gave out earlier were all the papers with more than ninety marks. If she had finished distributing the batch and did not see Qiao Nan's paper, then Qiao Nan definitely did not do better than Xu Tingting.
Students were students after all. As soon as they received their papers, many could not help turning to others who had received their papers to compare their scores. Upon comparing, Xu Tingting was the one who scored the highest. Many were shocked.
This was mathematics. Didn't they say that boys typically perform better than girls in science subjects? Why was the top scorer in the class for this subject a young lady?
Sensing that many were looking at her with envy and admiration, Xu Tingting straightened her posture. Don't assume that she was a mere boy-chaser who only focused her efforts on the opposite gender! She had never done poorly in her studies. If she did not perform well academically, how would she be able to find an outstanding partner who was compatible with her?
When she finished giving out the batch of papers with more than ninety marks, the subject representative signaled to Xu Tingting the number 'eight' to inform that the next batch was most likely those with over eighty marks. Besides, she had not seen Qiao Nan's paper.
At this moment, Xu Tingting lifted her chin as if she was a proud rooster. She was only missing a high tail.
She did not expect that the top scorer of the middle school examination, Qiao Nan, was in fact, a swindler. She was too pretentious. She not only did not continue to be in the top place but also did not score more than ninety marks.


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!"


"This sucks!" I utters to myself.
 
I watch the rain dropping beautifully from the sky into the school ground. I am sitting on the very back of the class beside the window, my usual spot in our classroom. Like the others I am also a back bencher person. By the way my name is Anna Marie Marcelo; both my parents are certified farmers. I have 5 siblings, 3 males and 2 females. I am like the only one studying right now so I have the opportunity to do whatever I like without anyone bothering me since they are all busy back in our province. Like any other middle class child I also feel that my life is so boring and worthless.... not until.
 
"So boring." I sigh as I play with my pen on my hand.
 
Our teacher in Creative Writing is discussing in front yet my mind is occupied by the thoughts of how my life went upside down. 
 
"I wonder, how is everyone doing back at home?"
 
As a kid I always thought that my life is so boring for being so normal and simple yap that is how my life is, a province girl. Yet, now that I have found out about my real identity and lived the life I just imagined before, my mind seems to get weary on the thoughts of the problems I had encountered and experienced, and remembering the ONE person that made it hard to adjust I smirk with a soft snort of distaste.
 
"Tskkk yah THAT stupid jerk. He really pisses me off. Just remembering his face is making this day even unpleasant." I said in distaste as I clinch the pen into my fist as if all my anger is centered to that poor pen.
 
I then give off a deep sigh as I continue to watch the dropping of the rain on the ground. The sound it makes seems to make me feel at ease. Then my chain of thought starts to run wild into my mind making me reminisce that what have happened to me the past months.
 

Every one of us must have watch or read any fairy tale books in our entire life. Fairy tale story like: Snow white, sleeping beauty and our famous Cinderella. It must be great to live in a rich life where everything you want is given or provided, a life with servants at our disposal, and a life with a handsome prince charming ready to save us. But.....THIS certain story is not like any fairy tale story we had read and watched. This story is about being brave, being you and being who you want to be.

Anna Marie Marcelo is like any normal college girl who dreamed of a fairy tale like life but ends up accepting the reality that she is a farmers’ daughter and that’s just it. This made her study hard and work harder for the dream she wants to achieve in the near future. Together with her friend Margie Rose Domingo, they both face the reality of their boring, normal yet contented life.

A sudden change happens to Anna that causes a stir into her normal life. She will find herself wearing gowns, expensive dresses, and high class jewelries and dine in the finest food chains. Meets handsome but arrogant princes charming. Almost like a fairy tale story….a Cinderella story, but THIS is not a fairy tale story THIS is HER story.

Curly Hair worked even harder in order to advance from his learning console to a game console. However, there were some things such as reading comprehension and writing essays that were really too difficult to learn.
Curly Hair wasn't even able to obtain a C each time and didn't know whether he was making any progress.
After yet another test, Curly hair had to defend himself when Fang Zhao checked his learning progress.
"I feel I have made great progress. Not far from a C- now."
Because of this sentence, Fang Zhao changed the grading system to score from 100 marks. On the next day's test, Curly Hair's reading comprehension received a grade of 21 marks.
He wasn't even able to meet the passing criteria of 50/100 marks.
The weather was fine. Nanfeng and Zuo Yu had been looking at a few houses for Fang Zhao and came over to report their findings. Upon entering the dormitory, Nanfeng saw Curly Hair crouching in the corner with his head drooped. There were clearly tear marks beneath his dog eyes.
"Why is our Little Curly Curls crying again?" Nanfeng was about to say "Did you receive a scolding again?" but caught sight of Fang Zhao from the corner of his eyes and changed his tune. "Feeling heaty again? Here, have some fruits."
Nanfeng then brought out a paper box filled with little fruits. He saw Fang Zhao looking over and explained hastily, "Got them from the fruit store outside of HuangArt. I asked already; dogs can also eat these fruits. They are rather cheap too. One box only cost 21 dollars."
Curly Hair cried even harder.
With that, Nanfeng could only have Zuo Yu bring Curly Hair out for a walk. If the dog wasn't in a mood, walking one round would make him feel better. If that wasn't enough, then two rounds was needed. As for everything else… what could he say as an assistant?
Whoever paid the wages was the boss!
Curly Hair didn't seem to be in better spirits after walking two rounds. However, the dejection of scoring 21 marks was quickly forgotten when he regained his self-confidence after taking a math test at night.
The learning console also had reference books compiled by various teachers of various continents. Unless the user loved doing questions, most students would simply have psychological scars from those reference books.
Curly Hair had similar sentiments, but his were slightly more complicated. Practice questions in the sciences were a piece of cake. He could do ten sets of science practice questions in the same time he took for a reading comprehension question. Even then, he might get the reading comprehension question wrong.
After Curly Hair finished the primary school curriculum, Fang Zhao looked through Curly Hair's grades. Curly Hair scored close to full marks on math and science. The only blip on his report card was a narrow pass on language, but overall, it was good enough for him to start the secondary school curriculum.
To celebrate graduating primary school and being one step closer to his own personal terminal, Curly Hair happily devoured five kilograms of dog food.
Secondary school curriculum was more complicated. Fang Zhao added some money to the account to purchase some of the online classes. After watching a few videos, Curly Hair chose the online classroom of a very popular teacher.
The microphone was also turned on.
Sometimes, students would have questions. Of course, there were also students unwilling to turn on their mics and would just type questions out in text.
This type of classroom mode was rather novel to Curly Hair. This was the first time in his dog life that he was acting as a human. He needed to be on his best behavior.
Curly Hair pretended that he was a secondary school student and started his journey of attending online classes.
However, this unique student still gave teachers some headaches.
For example, when a certain teacher that specialized in tackling test and examinations questions said, "Encountering a tough question is like a stumbling block in the middle of a road. How would you go about solving it?"
Curly Hair: "Eat it up!"
"Can this student please be more serious?"
As the other online students roared with laughter, the teacher took note of the online student ID [Little Curly Curls].
Afterwards, Curly Hair felt that the stuff this teacher taught was too simple so he went over to the next classroom and stumped the teacher with his questions.
He wasn't purposely causing trouble. Even though he asked seriously, the kind of questions he asked were either from unorthodox perspectives or were beyond the scope of the syllabus.
For students, those that could stump teachers by asking questions had a "cool" halo in the eyes of others. Some students also took note of [Little Curly Curls]. But, this bookworm seemed to not like accepting friend requests.
It wasn't that Curly Hair was unwilling to add friends. Rather, he remembered what Fang Zhao had said. 
"No adding friends before 'graduating from university' or scoring at least 85/100 for a language examination." Fang Zhao was worried Curly Hair would reveal his identity in a fit of carelessness.
The teacher of this classroom didn't know this. He had spent the past few days studying this student who had asked many crafty questions. Although there was a voice, the student couldn't be seen. The voice sounded young, and the questions were sometimes very naive.
Nonetheless…
There would surely be a vile and sinister face behind this innocence! A wide mouth and sharp teeth were just waiting to bite a huge chunk of his flesh!
Some people were just the best at pretending to be innocent!
"Don't think you can deceive me!"
A question solving genius? He didn't believe it!
How could there be so many geniuses in the world. If this were really a genius, he would have been snatched up long ago. Those at schools weren't stupid. Nowadays, every continent and district were competing for talents. There was no way such a talent would use a learning console's platform to attend classes.
Therefore, it definitely had to be a professional troll!
This sort of situation was commonplace. Currently, competition among online classes was intense. Mutual sabotage occurred frequently. He reckoned that surely this ID had been sent by someone from the same industry. He couldn't keep this fellow any longer!
Right now, what he needed was to think of a reason to kick this person out of the classroom.
After another round of questions left him stumped, the teacher sent a private message to Curly Hair. The main idea was this: You are already very impressive. I have nothing more to teach you. I can recommend you a teacher, for example XXX[link]. Since you have only attended half of the scheduled classes, I will refund you the remaining half.
Don't bring me down. If you want to harm others, then go ahead, the teacher thought to himself.
Curly Hair was also surprised when he saw the message.
"This teacher is really great! Introducing a new teacher and even giving a refund! Woooo!"
The refunded money could be used to buy dog food!!
Curly Hair felt that this transaction was rather worthwhile and agreed to leave the original classroom. He even sent a red packet to that teacher as thanks when he left the classroom. It was mentioned in literature that one must respect their teachers.
That teacher was thinking of agreeing to a full refund if the other party didn't agree. He could only count himself unfortunate this time. He never imagined that the other party would really agree. When he glanced at the classroom's online enrollees, he no longer saw [Little Curly Curls].
There was even a virtual red packet attached to the private message that wrote, "Thank you teacher! You are a really good person!"
The teacher: "???"
Is there poison in this red packet?
Curly Hair didn't know what the former teacher was imagining. After exiting the classroom, Curly Hair clicked on the link the previous teacher had recommended and entered another online classroom.
The new classroom mainly targeted the upper secondary students. There were many people in this online classroom, and more than half had been attracted by the teacher's background and experience at a university that had many essays and lots of lecture videos. A large portion of the introductory web page displayed various awards and honors the teacher had received. These online classes were just a part-time job for him.
Parents were very satisfied with the awards and honors of this teacher, but students were different. They felt that listening to this teacher's lessons was very tiring. Every lesson touched on complex knowledge that left them blank ank unable to keep up, especially when the teacher threw out complicated and rare jargon that wasn't in their secondary school textbooks. Every concept and formula required a lot of time to absorb. There were also many questions that combined the covered material. The students simply couldn't keep up when the teacher spoke too quickly.
However, for Curly Hair, such content was easy to receive. Thus, after adapting for two days, Curly Hair once again started to hunger for more knowledge and had a debate with the teacher over his question response that was marked wrong.
After that, on his third day at this new class, Curly Hair was kicked.
The teacher had forcibly kicked him out of the classroom and left a message. "I will return the money. Leave."
Curly Hair left rather happily.
"You are a really great teacher for teaching without accepting payment!"
Fang Zhao said, "… The newly released 'New Reading Compilation' has good short essays. Go take a look at the first ten."
As before, Curly Hair still couldn't distinguish certain words and sentences. He was also unable to perceive some words with derogatory connotation. However, speech was fine for him. Outside, Curly Hair could listen to someone's tone, mood and body language to determine whether the other party had any malicious intent. However, Curly Hair was still particularly sluggish when facing written words.
While Curly Hair drooped his head and analyzed the short essays, Fang Zhao received a call from Mo Lang.
"The dissertation committee list has already been finalized. The time slot to to defend your thesis will also be set in the next few days. According to the sequence of submitted applications, you will be the first. Prepare early."
There was still time before the dissertation. However, Fang Zhao would the first postgraduate from the advanced studies course to defend his dissertation. Furthermore, there could also be pressure from various other sources, so Mo Lang was worried whether Fang Zhao would be nervous. It was easy to make mistakes during the dissertation defense if one was nervous. Thus, he had informed Fang Zhao beforehand so that Fang Zhao would be able to mentally prepare himself.
Fang Zhao wasn't nervous. The dissertation touched upon his thesis that was completely written by himself. Points that needed to be taken note of had already been discussed with Mo Lang already. Fang Zhao was sufficiently prepared.
Mo Lang then analyzed the dissertation committee chairperson and the members of the committee before hanging up.
Fang Zhao brought up his virtual calendar and checked his schedule. Nanfeng would indicate if there were any new work related matters or things to take notice of. However, there was a period coming up without any events. Many people knew that Fang Zhao would be defending his dissertation. They wouldn't seek him out if it wasn't anything important. Other small matters could be handled by Nanfeng on his own.
Fang Zhao marked out a row of dates on the calendar. This would probably be the period where he would defend his dissertation.
While he was doing so, he received another call notification.
Fang Zhao picked up the call and had yet to speak when the other party shouted, "Hello, Fang Zhao! It's me, Samoyed!"
Fang Zhao: "…."
What sort of stimulation had this Zaro child received recently?


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

It's pretty late now, —for everyone else, not for her—she hasn't gone to sleep yet. She has too much artistic and creative sense that she stays awake most of the nights.

She often thinks in that way of rubbish thinking, just to feel better. Actually she knows that's not true. She can't sleep because she's got an insomnia. 

When she was in high school, she used to be one of those people who tends to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. As a grown-up, she is someone who has a hard time trying to fall asleep at night. 

It's a waste of time to try to fall sleep so she does something —something to relax or something useful — during those hours. She reads. She paints. She writes. She listens to music, often classical and slow rock .

And, tonight, she feels like reading every bad critique review online. She was pretty sure that isn't making her relax. Instead, that's making her tense and making her more and more obsessed with that, with every passing minute.

She is even reading the tabloids. Normally, only literature sites and international news sites write about her works. And now the tabloids are writing about them—a lot are criticizing ruthlessly.

They've got on her nerves, and she's started muttering her feedbacks. 

"Woah...they think it's so easy to write a bestselling book!" Why don't they write themselves then?

"What?!The love scenes are as if written by a robot?!" What is so bad about robots? Robots are the best.

"What?! Hannah Lee seems to need an actual experience to write romance?!" No. She doesn't.

They are evening telling her what she should and shouldn't do in her personal life. What do they know? it is pretty absurd to date someone in real life to include a few romance parts in her books.

"I am a genius! I can make up theories about everything...including so-called love." Everything is about technique and structure. Love is a psychological trick.

Let's take a break for a minute, her mouth is getting dry for shouting her egoistic opinions consistently. She gets up to drink a glass of water.
 
Getting back, she continues to scroll through the tabloids. Out of the blue, a news suggestion pops up. She's already read the title unconsciously before trying to close the news.
The title is bolded and the font is huge. It says;

"A Certain Male Celebrity Running Along A Beach, Totally Naked!!!"

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