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?

Just a bunch of writing assignments from school that I thought I should post on my Wattpad.

"I am backward in my thinking! Why did you not set an example for me? In short, if you uses the Ding's family old rules and thinking on Nan Nan, I will not let you off!"
With that, Qiao Dongliang got up from bed, took his pillow and blanket and went to sleep in the study room. He did not wish to share a bed with Ding Jiayi any more.
He did not care how the Ding family treated people, but he would not allow his daughter to be treated like that!
"You… you, where are you going?" Ding Jiayi was dumbfounded. Old Qiao refused to share a bed with her just because of that wretched girl?
On the next day, Qiao Dongliang was just his usual self; but Ding Jiayi's eyes were puffy red and swollen. She had obviously been crying.
Qiao Nan started school at an earlier time than Qiao Zijin. She went out early in the morning, taking the deep-fried dough sticks that Qiao Dongliang bought along with her. She carried her bag and drank her soybean milk, making a stop at Zhai's house to get her books before heading off to school.
Looking at the unfamiliar faces of her classmates whom she could not recall, Qiao Nan started to feel anxious. She could not even remember where she sat in the classroom.
She finally found her classroom by checking the class plates outside. She stood dumbfounded at the doorway.
"Qiao Nan, why are you standing by the door, go in now." Her class teacher, Teacher Chen saw Qiao Nan and smiled brightly.
Qiao Nan always ranked top three in her level and ranked first in her class. Every teacher loved a good student like her.
With Teacher Chen's prompting, Qiao Nan braced herself and went into the classroom. 
Qiao Nan could no longer remember her classmates, but she still remembered Teacher Chen.
In this country, everyone had to go through nine years of compulsory education. In her previous life, Teacher Chen paid a lot of visits to her house when she stopped going to secondary three. 
Every time Teacher Chen visited their house, her father would urge her to go back to school, but her mother would kick up a fuss. She was frustrated by all this and ended up doing a lot of stupid stuff, breaking Teacher Chen's heart.
Looking at her junior high class teacher, Teacher Chen, she felt a twinge of guilt.
Upon entering the classroom, Qiao Nan had no idea where she used to sit. At this moment, Teacher Chen said, "Qiao Nan, you had better sit in your usual place."
Teacher Chen pointed towards the second row of the second group, at the seat to the right. 
That seat was the nearest to the blackboard and the teacher. 
This was undoubtedly the seat that teachers reserved for good students.
Qiao Nan let out a breath and with her bag behind her, walked towards the seat that Teacher Chen said. She put away her bag at the desk.
When she was finally settled down, the rest of the classmates also streamed in gradually. Teacher Chen assigned seats to everyone but the good seat besides Qiao Nan still remained vacant.
"The summer break was over. Let's have a test. Everyone put away your books, do not leave anything unnecessary on the table. Hurry up."
At Teacher Chen's words, everyone started to complain.
There was a saying that goes: Examinations were a teacher's weapon while grades were a student's lifeline.
Qiao Nan turned as white as a sheet upon hearing Teacher Chen's words.
Nobody knew the worry, dread and guilt a top student like her was feeling at this moment.
She had only spent a few days revising the junior high syllabus and she had to sit a test now. There was no way that she could get a good result and match up to her usual standard.
Qiao Nan started to break out in a cold sweat.
Teacher Chen was a Mathematics teacher, so he must be testing them on their Maths.
She took a few deep breaths, gripped her pen and started writing.
Qiao Nan had a systematic way of tackling the test. In order not to run out of time, she started answering the questions one by one. If she was stuck for five minutes, she would skip and move on.
When she finished answering the questions she knew and had checked through once, she then went back to the questions that she skipped.
It was a good thing that she could answer most of the questions. But in the past, she could start solving the problems as soon as she gets the papers without stopping for a moment to think.
Now, she had to think through the solutions and she was not as good as before in her mental and manual calculations.
After finishing the paper, Qiao Nan was drenched in sweat, with her clothes plastered to her back.
Qiao Nan only had time to check through once before the alarm went off. Teacher Chen then started to collect the papers.
When class was over, Qiao Nan headed for the washroom to wash her face.
The Maths test was finally over, but there must be other tests for the rest of the main subjects.
On the first day of school, Qiao Nan was kept busy taking tests for the three main subjects Mathematics, Chinese and English. Her head was spinning from the tests.
Qiao Nan did not feel well after the tests; she barely made it back home.
"Oh, you are back so early today?" Ding Jiayi saw Qiao Nan and pulled a long face, her eyes full of mockery. "Your Dad is not back yet!" 
Didn't the wretched girl always come back at the same time as Old Qiao?
Pierced by Ding Jiayi's mocking voice, Qiao Nan came back to her senses. She felt the heavy weight of her books on her back. Without a word, she ran inside the house like a rabbit, sped past Ding Jiayi and went into her room, sliding the bolt in place.
"Mom." Qiao Zijin saw that Ding Jiayi was about to follow after and stopped her. "Dad is still furious. We can't help that Nan Nan is not sensible. But you definitely do not want to keep on quarreling with Dad."
Father was the sole breadwinner in the house. If mother fell out with father and he refused to give his pay to her, what was going to happen to her? 
"Since Nan Nan is not going to work to lighten Dad and your load this year, Mom, you should stop quarreling with Dad and making yourself unhappy."
"You are right. Your Dad and I have been together for so many years, we have never had such a fierce quarrel before. It's not worth it to fall out with your Dad for this wretched girl." Ding Jiayi calmed down and said, "You mentioned that secondary three syllabus is much more difficult, and not as easy as before, right? Let's wait and see her results this year. She had made a promise with your Dad. If she fails to score well, she would have to work no matter what!" 
She finally managed to calm Ding Jiayi down. Actually Qiao Zijin did not tell Ding Jiayi that secondary three syllabus might be difficult for her; but she had no idea if it was easy or difficult for Qiao Nan.
Qiao Zijin could not help but pray that just like her and the other female classmates in class, Qiao Nan would find the secondary three syllabus difficult, and in particularly would fail terribly at Maths and Chemistry.
"Nan Nan, it's Dad." Qiao Dongliang reached home one hour later and went to look for Qiao Nan. 
"Dad." Qiao Nan opened the door to let Qiao Dongliang in.
Qiao Dongliang knitted his eyebrows, "Nan Nan, your room is this small?"


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!"

After a wonderful summer vacation, it was finally time to go to college for the first time. I had spent the whole entire summer packing, and deciding what things should stay behind as well as the things I should give away.


It was depressing to say goodbye to Matthew. We had all said goodbye to him as a group, but we couldn't have a farewell party because he had his grad party the night before with his family.


Instead, we had a group get together at a restaurant to say goodbye to him. Well, we all had burgers and milkshakes.


The saddest person other than me was surprisingly James. It seemed that in a way the two had become closer over the last couple months.


Matthew left that night.


His phone still worked, and he texted me from time to time over that summer vacation, but the texts became less and less frequent.


It seemed that he had settled into England pretty well, and he was loving the Oxford campus a lot. He had met new people, and had also started attending business meetings with his father.


He seemed to be happy.


Meanwhile, I was enjoying my summer by going to the beach and hanging out with friends as well with family. I was enjoying every last minute of it. It was quite a relaxing summer, perfect for before the first year of college.


However, then I found myself ready to go to UCLA.


My bags were packed, and in the car. My family was gathered, and a few of my friends. And... James was there too, speaking with some of my relatives.


I gave a hug to each person there, and then got into my car to drive off. James also decided to leave the same time that I did. And so, we began our drives to college.


Many hours and cups of coffee later, I found myself on the UCLA campus. It was gorgeous, and I was so happy to find myself finally there.


"Hello, UCLA," I murmured under my breath. "My name's Miyah, and I'm so ready for this year."


But... I missed James. I missed Matthew. I already missed my family...


It was going to be a long year...


I bit my bottom lip.


It was too late now to turn back.


I parked my car in front of the administration building, and then entered the edifice. The lady at the front desk was kind enough to give me my schedule and help point out where the dorms were.


Then, I went to go find my dorm. When I got there, there was a girl there on one of the beds already. Her hair was red, and she had it up in a ponytail. Her eyes were brown, but a beautiful shade of the color. She glanced over at me, and then got up. "Ah! You must be one of my roommates!"


I nodded.


She stuck her hand out. "Hey, I'm Kyan Knights. Strange name, I know. Whatever. What's your name?"


I blinked once. It almost seemed as if she had chugged down an ounce of sugar and then five cups of coffee. "Nice to meet you," I said as I reached out my hand for a handshake. "The name's Miyah. Miyah Hatfield."


"It's a pleasure," she responded.


We let go of each others hands, and spent the time getting to know each other better.


We both liked the color blue, specifically turquoise. We both came from smaller towns in California, and had managed to get into our dream school.


"Oh. Also, I'm part of the softball team," she added.


"That's awesome!" I said.


Suddenly, the door was swung open, and two other girls entered. They froze when they saw us, but then smiled. "We're the other two roommates."


The one to the left was blonde, tall, and had curly hair. Naturally, her eyes were blue. In a way, they reminded me of James's eyes, since they were nearly the same shade of blue. Yet... James's was a bit warmer than her eyes were.


The one to the right had black hair that went down to her waist and bangs. She was much shorter than the girl to the left.


The girl to the right introduced herself first. "Hello. I'm Kloe Trujillo."


"I'm Ellenor Greenaway," the blonde one to the left said soon after.


After that, we all got to know each other better.


My first class was exciting, and I had it with Ellenor. I was very excited, and quite content that I was able to have my first class with someone that I knew. However, when we went to class, she immediately began to socialize, and I was left on my own.


She ditched me.


I let out a sigh, and set my gaze on a random seat. There was already someone sitting next to it. I neared the seat, and asked, "Can I sit here?"


The guy nodded.


"Thank you," I said as I sat down. After a pause, I decided that it would be best for me to introduce myself. "I'm Miyah."


"I'm Miles."


"Nice to meet you."


"Likewise."


The class was about creative writing. It was an elective course, but I had wanted to take one class that I would enjoy before taking more classes that would be more career related.


And it seemed as if the class was quite enjoyable. The first day we were allowed to write whatever came to our minds, and then we were dismissed. After getting the syllabus, of course.


Miles was an interesting guy. It seemed like he was going to major in computer sciences, but he also enjoyed writing, and thus decided to join the class.


He lived in LA, so he commuted from nearby, although I wasn't too sure what 'nearby' meant.


Once class ended, I had another class to attend, and I had this class with Kloe. She, unlike Ellenor, stayed by my side the whole entire class period. I got to know her a lot better, and decided I liked her.


I was not to keen about Ellenor, but I would tolerate her.


My first day at UCLA was great. And I was happy.

"We probably looked like a couple crazy in love. But, of course we would. We had concocted our pretend relationship perfectly, keeping the mask on until we could turn and hiss at each other in private once again. In an ironic way, the guy I hated the most was also the only person who knew the real me."




Miyah knew James since they were young. Yet, Miyah can't stand the guy...

One day, as James gets surrounded by friends and girls that are interested in him, he suddenly announces that he and Miyah are dating. 

Miyah decides to play along. However, she's always had feelings for her old best friend from elementary, whom she sees once again. 


James has always liked Miyah. For some reason, she's always hated him. James decides to show Miyah that he's different than what she thinks and so he forces her to pretend to date him and to finally see him for the person he is.

Cloud Street.
The other shop owners all started chattering as they saw Lin Fan and the rest return. They were concerned about the final verdict of the trial. They weren't surprised when they heard that Lin Fan had gotten three hundred and twenty thousand dollars.
All of them were happy for Master Lin. The person who had smashed up Master Lin's shop had probably not expected to have to compensate such a large amount. Furthermore, he had to serve 6 months instead of the original 1 month. They all laughed at the thought of it.
Even an idiot wouldn't screw up this badly.
Lin Fan and the others looked on in confusion as they listened to the designer explain to them the different design concepts from the blueprints.
The designer then took out the finalized concept art out of his bag.
"You should have brought that out earlier. I couldn't really understand what you were trying to explain just now," Fraud Tian commented.
"..."
The final concept art for the renovation looked satisfying enough. It was an easy design which was refreshing to look at and it was definitely better than the old shop design.
Lin Fan pointed at the picture. "Leave this part empty instead of installing a glass door. It'll be much more comfortable this way. Otherwise, we'd feel constricted inside here.
Although he wasn't an expert in design, he had some concept of how the renovation should look like. The designer took a note of Lin Fan's request, writing it down diligently.
"I hope that you guys can complete this as fast as possible. Price wise, you can just look for him" Lin Fan said as he looked at Fraud Tian.
The designer nodded. This kind of easy-going customer who didn't ask for much was the best.
...
The verdict for the case was posted online by some netizens, inciting a flurry of reactions.
"How wonderful! This guy is just sky high on bullying people. Too bad he doesn't have sky high luck"
"His 1-month sentence became a 6-month sentence. He's gotta be kicking himself in the butt right now."
"So amazing! I almost can't believe that the compensation fee is three hundred and twenty thousand dollars! Looks like all shop owners have to wait for that stroke of luck to strike it rich!"
"Wasn't it Master Lin's shop that got destroyed? Looks like that ultimate winner in this whole case is Master Lin."
"Master Lin's shop has already began renovations. Not only did he earn some money, he even got a free renovation for his shop. It's like killing two birds with one stone."
"I'm laughing my a*s off! He courted his own disaster and now he's the one paying for it!"
…
Weibo.
"Master Lin should treat all of us since he earned so much money from this case!"
"It is only right that Master Lin has gotten some compensation after his shop front got destroyed."
"Whoever thinks that smashing up shops is be a good idea after this case would either have to be filthy rich or have some mental disability. But I've got to hand it to this guy for getting an extended sentence for creating such a ruckus in court."
"To the guy above me, stop saying he has some form of mental illness. That is a crude understatement."
…
This piece of news didn't have much of an impact on anything but the netizens enjoyed laughing at it.
Nighttime, eleven o'clock.
Lin Fan had had a mini gathering with the rest and only got home this late.
"Mum, I'm tired," a child who was carrying a schoolbag said listlessly to his mother. His eye bags were drooping down.
"Liven up a bit, will you? When we get back, we're going to take another look at what your teacher gave you. You must be hardworking when it comes to our learning," the lady said.
Lin Fan glanced at them for a few moments. "The kid is in junior high school already, right?"
The lady took a look at Lin Fan. "He's already in year two. Hey, I haven't seen you around before. Did you just shift here?"
Lin Fan nodded. "Yep. Just recently."
Lin Fan had never seen both mother and child around before. But he had guessed about right. He always left the house at eight in the morning and only came home at nightfall. The chances of meeting them were pretty low.
"It looks like the kid is pretty tired. Is school really that stressful now? It's almost eleven thirty already." Lin Fan had never been a good student. Even when he wasn't tired he would just sleep around nine or ten o'clock.
"Ah, it can't really be helped even if he's tired. If he doesn't go for tuition, he's going to lose out to the rest of the kids in class."
"Tuition can't really be that important, can it? All you have to do is to pay attention in class and that should be enough, right?" Lin Fan chuckled.
The lady shook her head. "It's hardly enough. In school, they don't really teach well. Only in tuition classes do they summarise everything for him. So if he doesn't go for tuition classes, he probably wouldn't be able to string together everything that the teacher taught in school and will definitely lose out to the rest of the students."
Lin Fan shook his head. "With this kind of situation, shouldn't you talk to the principal of the school?"
"That is impossible! How would my kid be able to stay in school like that? The other parents would get angry at me. I've heard my son tell me before that there was a parent who did exactly that and their kid got shoved aside in class. There were even a couple of other parents who turned up at their door to create a ruckus, telling them to mind their own business and not to get up their alley just because their kid didn't go for tuition."
The kid looked up. "Mum, you got this all wrong. My classmate comes from an underprivileged family and can't afford to attend tuition classes. In the end, the teachers didn't really pay any attention to her in class and they didn't have a choice but to send her to tuition classes. I realize that she is always in tears, saying it's hard on her parents, but she won't say anything more other than that."
The lady patted her son on his head. "Now you know, you should go and read a bit more. Mummy will cook supper for you and then you can sleep."
The child gave a blank stare, listless. "I'm thinking of changing classes already. Only my teachers are like that. The students from other classes told me that the teachers in the other classes aren't like that at all."
"Since when was it that easy to change classes? Your school is an elite school. Daddy and mummy spent a lot of effort to get you into that school. You better study harder!" the lady said.
The kid heaved a heavy sigh. "I know. I'll work harder."
"Yup, now that's a good kid."
The elevator reached the floor.
Lin Fan didn't say anything else. All he felt was a sense of helplessness after hearing that situation. The number of similar cases was many. Even if the governing board created new regulations and policies, the people on the ground always would find a way to oppose it. It was an endless cycle.
After talking about school, Lin Fan also recalled his school days.
He didn't know what was going on with the governing board for education, but they kept on changing the syllabus in school and the school kept on changing the content that they taught. All the other students were suffering since all of them became Guinea pigs for the new syllabus. Regardless of whether the new syllabus was a success or not, the result was futile.
They were as good as cannon fodder.
At that time, Lin Fan had complained to the higher ups but nothing was ever done. It was just pilot tests after pilot tests. He didn't know how he even managed to survive all of that.
The first floor.
Lin Fan nodded goodbye to both mother and son. This was the first time that he had met them.
The next day!
*Ding ding!*
The phone was ringing.
The caller ID showed Jiang Fei on the screen. It was someone that Lin Fan hadn't contacted for quite some time.
"President Lin…" Jiang Fei's voice echoed on the other side of the call.
There was a momentary silence.
"Elder Jiang, could you repeat that again? I've never heard anyone call me that before," Lin Fan said in a hushed tone.
Jiang Fei was momentarily taken by surprise before letting out a chuckle, "President Lin…"
Lin Fan felt a sense of happiness when he heard that title.
"What's up so early in the morning, Elder Jiang?"
Jiang Fei paused for a while, looking at his watch. "It's already eight thirty, it isn't early at all. Do you remember that guy called Han Lu? He came to the association. He said he was looking for you."
Lin Fan was stunned for a moment. "Looking for me? What for?"
"I'm not sure. We tried asking him to be he didn't say. We thought that he was looking to pick a fight with you but he said it wasn't for that reason," Jiang Fei replied.
Lin Fan couldn't figure out a reason why Han Lu would look for him. "Alright, ask him to wait there. I'll come over in a moment."


I am Lin Fan and I've become a jack of all trades just because of a powerful Encyclopedia. 
In the first ever competition organised for trolls, all the other contestants lost. The crowd exclaimed, "Brother, you're so good at trolling." 
Lin Fan replied, "But I've never been trolling..."

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Ling Yun's gaze caused Cao Shanshan to look down at her chest. She felt embarrassed yet joyous at the same time. She then bit her lower lip and said, "You only took leave for the morning lessons, yet you did not come for the lessons after those. It'd be weird if our form teacher doesn't look for you to clarify things…"
Upon hearing those words, Ling Yun thought to himself. If not for my little sister, I wouldn't even have turned up in school today… That would have saved me this hassle…
Actually, Ling Yun's original intentions were not that far off from Tang Meng's. He had originally wanted to meet up with Tang Meng and Tie Xiaohu after finishing his business with his sister in order to meet Yao Rou to discuss the clinic.
However, in Ning Lingyu's excitement, she insisted on him staying to have a meal with her. This miscalculation on his part, along with him being caught by Cao Shanshan, left him with no choice but to return to class for revision instead.
Ling Yun thought to himself. Although the form teacher is a beauty, she's definitely strict. I'll probably receive some criticism from her about my extended absence… Ah, whatever…
When the time comes to train my Yin-Yang harmony balance, cultivating my dantian Yin-Yang energy should take no longer than twenty minutes…
Ling Yun laughed, "I told you I haven't been in top condition since the afternoon… It still hurts there… Don't believe me? Just touch it…"
Cao Shanshan's face turned completely red. She dared not try it again. If she were to do so, it would only be when there was nobody else around.
Seeing Cao Shanshan's blush and hesitance to respond, a cheeky smile appeared on Ling Yun's face. He then proceeded to quickly finish reading through the last of his History notes before putting them aside to start on Geography.
Cao Shanshan warned Ling Yun softly, "We're in a History lesson right now… Be careful that the teacher doesn't catch you studying Geography!"
Ling Yun let out a chuckle and said softly, "I'm not afraid of being caught. If you ask me, my current grasp of the History syllabus exceeds even that of Zhang Ling!"
Cao Shanshan looked at Ling Yun and raised an eyebrow. She asked in a tone of disbelief, "Really?"
Ling Yun gave her an expression that basically said 'duh', as he could not be bothered to answer her question.
…
Two periods of lessons quickly passed, and the next lesson was about to start.
As the bell rang to signal the start of the next period, Kong Xiuru, with her long hair draped on her shoulders, entered the class. She was wearing a snow-white shirt, a black office skirt, translucent skin colored stockings and a pair of white high heels. She also had a stern expression plastered on her beautiful face.
Cao Shanshan could not help herself but to look at Ling Yun and feel worried for him.
After Teacher Kong entered the class, she passed a stack of English test papers to two female students to distribute to the class. She followed that up by telling the students, "For the next two periods, everyone will be attempting this test paper."
After she had finished delivering her instructions, Teacher Kong lightly coughed and signaled towards Ling Yun. She said, "Ling Yun, come outside with me for a bit. Bring volume one of your English textbook as well."
Ling Yun hurriedly scoured through his belongings to find the English textbook. At this point, Ling Yun had already memorized almost all of his History, Geography and Politics notes. He had even revised Chinese and Mathematics already! However, he had not even touched English. Throughout all of the studying he had done, he had not even bothered to look at any English notes. He had long forgotten where he had put volume one of his English textbook!
Seeing his predicament, Cao Shanshan immediately took her English textbook out and passed it to Ling Yun. She said, "You can use mine first."
"Thanks!" Ling Yun exclaimed as a smile appeared on his face. He then proceeded to squeeze behind Cao Shanshan's seat to walk towards the door. Cao Shanshan felt the bulge between Ling Yun's thighs, and her heart started to pound. Her ears also got red and hot.
Kong Xiuru was already outside the classroom. Ling Yun soon followed.
"Come with me!" Kong Xiuru ordered. Seeing Ling Yun walk out of the classroom, she decided that she would not bother with pleasantries and immediately ordered him to follow her.
Kong Xiuru was silent. Ling Yun naturally followed suit. With the textbook in hand, Ling Yun could only follow Teacher Kong as she went.
After walking for quite a distance, Ling Yun sensed something was off. He then asked, "Teacher Kong, where might we be going?"
Kong Xiuru flatly replied, "To my dormitory."
Ling Yun started to sweat profusely all of a sudden. He thought to himself. My God… You're clad in such sexy clothes, and you're bringing me back to your dormitory at this late hour? I'm not mentally prepared for this…
Ling Yun stopped in his tracks. He then asked again, "About that… Teacher Kong, what are we going back to your dormitory for?"
Kong Xiuru furrowed her eyebrows and replied flatly, "To give you some revision. If we go to the English Department's office, we would disturb the other teachers' work."
Ling Yun sighed and thought to himself So it's just revision… Ah, whatever…
Because of Ling Yun, Kong Xiuru had had a headache all afternoon. This was because she reasoned that Ling Yun's revision could not be done in the classroom or the office. In her desperation, she chose the location to be her personal dormitory.
Even though such a location would normally give the people the idea that something illicit was going on, the whole Qingshui High knew of Kong Xiuru's character. Therefore, she concluded that there would not be much of a problem.
Kong Xiuru's dormitory was on the school grounds. It was no further than four hundred meters from Ling Yun's classroom. Hence, they got there rather quickly.
"Teacher, so do you stay on the fifth floor?" Ling Yun asked as he saw the lift was headed up to the fifth floor. He was just trying to make small talk to curb the awkwardness.
"Yes," Kong Xiuru replied plainly.
Upon reaching the fifth floor, Kong Xiuru let Ling Yun into her dormitory.
Kong Xiuru was among the most well respected and capable teachers in Qingshui High. Therefore, her dormitory was rather large in size despite being for one person only.
The whole apartment was about a hundred and twenty square feet big. With three rooms, two halls, a kitchen, and a bathroom, it was basically a complete household. Aside from having no objects belonging to men, it could be said that the dormitory did not lack anything.
Because there were three rooms and only one person living there, Kong Xiuru had decided to convert one of the rooms into a study room of sorts, to use as a place to work while at home.
The room was clean, neat, quiet, tidy, comfortable and cozy. Upon entering, Ling Yun felt extremely impressed. His impression of Kong Xiuru improved by quite a fair bit.
"Come here!" Kong Xiuru ordered. She still had a strict expression on her face. Her expression did not change even after she had returned to her dormitory.
Kong Xiuru decided to cut to the chase. She asked, "Ling Yun, why did you apply for leave today?"
Ling Yun braced himself. He put on a serious expression and said, "Teacher, I'm feeling rather unwell. This could be because I've lost so much weight in such a short period of time. That's why I didn't come to school earlier."
This was just an excuse thought up by Ling Yun on the spot, but it proved to be extremely persuasive. Kong Xiuru took a deep breath and explained, "The final exams are coming. Even if you are in a hurry to lose weight, you should still focus on keeping yourself healthy. If not, it'll affect your performance. It'll be too late for regrets then."
"Yes, Teacher! I got it. Thank you." Ling Yun responded. Although Kong Xiuru had a stern expression on her face, her words carried genuine care and concern for Ling Yun. This made Ling Yun genuinely thankful for her words.
"Alright, let's start some remedial now. I know that your fundamentals for English are rather poor. However, I've heard that you have a fantastic memory, so I'll start with the basics for this session.
With such an excellent teacher going to the trouble of bringing him back to her own dormitory to aid him in his studies, Ling Yun knew that if he did not take the session seriously, it would bite his conscience to no end. Therefore, he nodded his head in agreement.
Kong Xiuru took out the English textbook and started by reciting the alphabet. She was really curious as to whether Ling Yun's memory was as good as the rumors said!
It did not take long for Kong Xiuru to be awed. She thought to herself. How can Ling Yun's memory be this good?! It's unbelievable to the point that it's almost scary!
For the alphabet, Kong Xiuru only needed to go through it once. Ling Yun had no problem listening, reading, and writing it. He even got their pronunciations down to perfection!
His proficiency was so immense that his handwriting for English was basically a carbon copy of what was printed out in the textbook. It did not matter whether the words were in capital letters or small letters, they were all perfectly written!
Kong Xiuru thought to herself. This is basically a perfect reproduction of whatever has been printed in the textbook!
Kong Xiuru still found it hard to believe that Ling Yun's learning ability was so prodigious. She jumbled up the order of the words and let Ling Yun read them again. He then proceeded to read them with startling accuracy and pronunciation. Not a flaw could be found in his reading!
Kong Xiuru was shocked, to say the least. She then proceeded to teach Ling Yun the forty-eight phonetic symbols of English. The phonetic symbols were a vital part of English and if Ling Yun was able to learn them, he would be able to read English by himself without any problems.
Kong Xiuru was in disbelief at how Ling Yun managed to learn everything after just one explanation and attempt. The phonetic symbols were no exception. Just like the alphabet, she only needed to go through them once for Ling Yun to completely grasp everything.
Kong Xiuru then flipped to the later pages of the textbook. She wanted to expose Ling Yun to new words such as 'Christmas', the months from 'January' to 'December', and other phrases such as greetings which were more complex than just simply the alphabet. Ling Yun then proceeded to recite everything at a glance, without even taking time to hesitate about the difficult words and phrases.
Kong Xiuru was left speechless. Her student was too incredible! Ling Yun was not just a genius, he was a monster!
Kong Xiuru could not maintain her stoic expression for any longer. She proceeded to give Ling Yun half an hour to memorize some vocabulary.
After learning the alphabet and phonetics, the most important part was vocabulary. In English examinations, the wider one's vocabulary, the more advantageous it would be. It was similar to learning Chinese!
Kong Xiuru did not want to disturb Ling Yun, therefore she went to pour Ling Yun a cup of water. She placed the cup beside him and went out to brainstorm about what method she could use to most effectively educate Ling Yun.
Kong Xiuru had never even heard of such a genius in school, let alone seen one. However, she then began suspecting whether Ling Yun had been hiding his great talent from everyone for the past three years.
After half an hour, which marked the end of the first half of the English period, Kong Xiuru re-entered her study room to get Ling Yun to stop memorizing the vocabulary.
She could not hold her stoic expression anymore as she broke out into a rare, but beautiful small smile.
"How's it going? How much do you remember?" Kong Xiuru asked, full of expectation. Her expression was much like that of a young girl proclaiming her love for a boy for the first time. It showed great nervousness and expectation.
Ling Yun smiled as he said, "There was too little time. I could only memorize everything from the junior high textbook to the Grade 10 textbook…"
"What?! You've memorized everything?! You… you can read it all?" Kong Xiuru exclaimed.
Given Ling Yun's capability, if he was given another two periods worth of time, he would be able to memorize the entire high school syllabus' worth of vocabulary!
Ling Yun was rather pleased with himself. He gave Kong Xiuru a small grin as he said, "Listening, reading, speaking and writing, all of them should not be a problem now. Teacher, if you don't believe me, you can give me a test right now to confirm it!
"Ah?! This…" Kong Xiuru could not believe what she had just heard!
His ability to memorize was simply…


Lingyun's tribulation has failed and he has descended onto Earth in the degenerate age. Step by step, he will rise up against the natural order!

The terror's left in a huff, there was no respect for the teacher. However the teacher didn't seem to care and immediately started the lesson. Magical Markets and the development of our economic systems. Very boring stuff, from what I remember from my long life you learn Economics your senior year in high school. Seniors are around 17 to 18, I'm guessing that because we're learning Economics this class is probably for seniors. The class was interesting but had content that Alex already taught me when we went into business. The only thing new was the concepts. Since this is based on a high schooler's mind I'm guessing that they created this world with made up terms because the high schoolers couldn't remember the actual terms. 

The class progressed on for about forty minutes, the teacher reviewed terms that we would need to know for the rest of the year. The only homework due for that class was the syllabus. But since this was basically a boarding school, you didn't need a parent signature, you just needed to take it with you to reflect. After reflecting you sign on the dotted line, however don't think you can forget about it. The syllabus was a magic contract, if you don't follow what the contract says the contract will magically assign your punishment right away. 

After hearing about the syllabus I stopped paying attention to the teacher. I was more interested in the concept of how the magical contract worked, and on such a large scale. There was at least 30 people in this class, and there are 6 periods in a day. Does each contract hold individual magic? Would each class have a syllabus?

"Alex," I think, "Can I use magic? Also how does the contract work?"

"Replying, yes you can use magic. This school isn't elemental like most magic schools, it's mana based. Basically meaning the power behind all life. If you are able to feel mana you are able to use it. Certain individuals bodies' can contain or hold more mana, which allows them to attend this school. Mana powers their magic, using an image or a key word to summon the effect you want. The syllabus is a big chunk of magic that was fractured into the pieces, which were then implanted into the paper. So the teacher lied a bit, the paper can't punish you, however it will notify the teacher that you have done something wrong when it glows." 

I nodded my head understanding. Twenty minutes before dismissal the teacher let us do whatever we wanted. With nothing better to do I looked around the classroom at my fellow students. Almost all of them hadn't been paying attention to the lesson, instead talking amongst themselves. If I was hearing correctly it was about me, and why I was there on the first day of school. The were questioning if the AI's had changed the game again. Maybe making it more evil, however as soon as that thought was spoken it was shushed. Then I heard the name Andrew Kelp repeatedly, usually along the lines of he'll save us, he always has before.

"Alex, do you know who Andrew Kelp is?" I asked.

"Yes, he is the person currently sitting next to you. From what is currently being discussed by systems, Andrew is an outlier. No matter what world he goes into he is always conscious. His AI has tried repeatedly to send him to different worlds with different children however nothing works." Alex smirked, "He's a real piece of work." Then winked at me, "If it was me, I would definitely make him my ally."

"He's that good?" 

"Better."

"Hmmm, it's hard to get your stamp of approval. What did he do that impressed you?"

"Find our on your own, you'll know when you meet him," Alex said full on smiling now.

So ten minutes before class ends I turn to him.
"Hey, I'm Lukas, and you are?" I hold out my hand. He turns from the window, gives me a quick glance then turns away.

"I don't know if I'll like him," I said to Alex.

"It's just like tea, bitter at first but you learn to get used to it. He's a good person, now stop being a baby."

And so for the next ten minutes I try to hold a conversation with this stupid brat. I was so frustrated that when the bell rang I flew out of the room and thundered to my next class math!

A man with a mission to awaken all the people who have been taken control of by AI chips that can learn and grow. All while trying to get his own happy ending so that he can die in piece.

In the heart of the city stood a magnificent building.
The office of the Lord of Mo Immortal Castle's secretary, the Lady of the Castle, was on the top floor. The huge French windows offered a panoramic view of the city, and especially in the evening, the night lights in the city's central district could make a person feel nostalgic.
It was eight o'clock in the morning.
A woman with her hair pinned up and wearing black old-fashioned attire stood in front of a window, her eyebrows knitted and her gaze a little blank.
Upon reaching the office, the Lady had received bad news — her subordinate Ah You's life sign had disappeared!
Everyone who worked at Mo Immortal Castle had their souls branded by the Lord, which allowed them to be monitored using a unique life detector. If a life sign suddenly disappeared, it meant one of two things: either the soul brand had been cleansed, or the person was dead…
The Lady of the Castle had been well aware of Ah You's plan since it had been her idea to send Ah You to take revenge on Song Qingshu.
In the end, both Song Qingshu and Ah You's soul brands had disappeared!
Just because of one Song Qingshu, she had actually lost her two beloved generals…
The Lady of the Castle found it hard to accept this result.
Furthermore, she didn't dare assume that Song Qingshu was truly dead.
According to the life detector, Song Qingshu's soul brand had vanished, but they couldn't rule out the possibility that this guy might have found a way to remove it.
While she was pondering this, the clear glass of the French window turned hazy. Seeing the black shadow that appeared in the window, the Lady's eyes widened and she bowed slightly with some trepidation. "Lord!"
As the black shadow spoke, its voice echoed repeatedly as it seemed to come out of an ethereal void. "I see that Song Qingshu's soul brand has disappeared. Is he dead then?" 
Lowering her head, the Lady of the Castle solemnly answered, "We have yet to confirm it."
"This time, because of a mere foot soldier, we've again lost two top generals. You must reflect on this…"
"Yes, Lord."
The Lady clasped her fists in a salute to the black shadow. "This subordinate will uncover the truth as soon as possible. I'll personally bring people to investigate right away. If Song Qingshu is truly dead, we should be able to find traces of the body-dissolving fluid at the coordinates where his life sign vanished."
"Actually, I had always suspected that there was someone supporting him behind the scenes. The deaths of Great Saint and Second Saint back then, as well as Third Saint's betrayal, is a warning to us. You must be very careful this time. From now on, no more mistakes are allowed in my Mo Immortal Castle…"
"Lord, please rest assured. Even if there is someone behind Song Qingshu, not just anyone can shake Mo Immortal Castle's current foundations — given the Lord's strength, as long as we can find the stone ghost mask, it'll only be a matter of time before you conquer the world."
The Lord nodded. "Mm, the matter of the stone ghost mask must be clearly investigated as soon as possible."
Just then, the black shadow of the Lord on the French window unexpectedly shuddered, and then there was a miserable "Ah!" cry in the void. Right after that, the black shadow didn't even say farewell before directly dissipating into nothingness.
The Lady of the Castle was completely dumbfounded!
Had the Lord come under attack?
"Lord? Lord?"
The Lady tried to call him twice.
After about ten seconds or so, the black shadow reappeared on the French window, and she heard the voice of the Lord in the void once again. "… It was nothing, just a little accident. My long range projector ran out of battery! The newbie forgot to charge it last night, and he even spilled coffee on my pants! Fortunately, they're waterproof!"
The Lady: "…"
...
Considering the relationship between Headmaster Jin of No. 59 High School and Headmaster Chen of No. 60 High School, both of whom were from the same sect, the relationship between the two schools was actually quite close. It was just that over the last few years, the students had started to become more competitive with each other. However, since the last spirit sword exchange meet, the relationship between the two schools had improved significantly.
Somehow, Wang Ling felt very strange seeing He Bufeng and Tang Jingze again.
In No. 59 High School back then, one had been the fearsome Senior Buliang, and the other was the president of the student union who had always been able to find fault with others. After the four-day spirit sword exchange meet, both their bad dispositions had similarly disappeared. Since then, they had embarked on the study road day after day, sticking to the path of cultivation core values.
The first two classes in the morning were Teacher Pan's Dao talismans course.
The pace of study in both schools was pretty much the same. There was no pressure for He Bufeng to learn at all, while Tang Jingze was an old senior who was about to graduate, and so knew the high school curriculum like the back of his hand.
"After the first few weeks of study, I believe everyone has an appropriate understanding of the four main talismans. The focus of the midterm exam will be the guiding talisman, which is a function-type talisman. Today, I'm going to talk to you about utilizing the extended functions of talismans."
At this point, everyone basically already knew that Teacher Pan was going to start teaching outside of the class syllabus again.
"What I'm going to talk to you about today is the meditation talisman."
Hearing this, Wang Ling couldn't help raising his eyebrow. This was a talisman that was very difficult to make. Meditation could project something relevant from the future into the air and help a person gain some enlightenment on what would be in store for them. But the chances of succeeding in this was extremely low due to the high degree of difficulty involved in making the meditation talisman.
After mixing cinnabar and spirit water together, Teacher Pan spread open the yellow talisman paper and began to conduct a preliminary demonstration. She focused her spirit energy into the writing brush and furrowed her brow as she carefully wrote on the yellow paper to ensure that there was no mistake in the sigils — the slightest error could directly lead to the meditation talisman not working.
After about three minutes, Teacher Pan put the brush aside and injected spirit energy into the yellow talisman. "Everyone, watch carefully…"
A moment later, the yellow talisman danced in the air and projected the image of a pretty, colorful skirt, which was a little out of sync with Teacher Pan's solemn and staid style…
She pushed up her glasses. "This is a magic skirt that I bought on Moubao[1] a few days ago."
The demonstration had been successful, but what did the pretty skirt symbolize? Even Teacher Pan herself wasn't very clear on what kind of story would happen around the skirt. The meditation talisman could show keys things of the future, but a person had to use their imagination to guess what they represented.
After that, Teacher Pan distributed a set of tools for making talismans to each student. "Now, students, try it for yourselves based on the earlier procedure."
The classroom erupted in activity once again.
The spell for the meditation talisman was intricate and really tested a person's finesse at writing; if the thickness of the written sigils was just a little different, the spell could fail.
Even Tang Jingze, the old senior from No. 59 High School, had wasted several sheets of yellow talisman papers, and he couldn't help but frown; this was too difficult!
But in an inadvertent attempt, the yellow talisman on Dopey Guo's desk suddenly hummed and gave out a burst of light.
Master of Dopey looked at the floating yellow talisman in disbelief. "Did… did I do it?"
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the air… a brief moment later, a faint image appeared.
"What's this?"
Feather Lin stared curiously at the object that had appeared; it looked a lot like a mushroom fungus with a head on both ends. The top was shaped like a mouth, while there was a small hole in the bottom, and the entire thing looked very glossy…
"…" When all the boys saw it, they were immediately stunned.
Master of Dopey coughed. "Do you know the taisui mushroom? This thing is our family's ancestral roulingzhi[2]!"
Wang Ling: "…" I cannot f*cking believe you!
[1] Moubao is probably a play on Taobao, the giant Chinese online shopping website.
[2] This is based on a hilarious story where a local reporter had been sent to a small village to investigate a strange fungi-like object which villagers had dug up. A villager claimed it was a type of lingzhi mushroom called the taisui. What the villagers and reporter didn't realize was that this mystery mushroom was in fact a masturbation toy with an artificial vagina on one end and an artificial anus on the other. Needless to say, after the news report aired, it was an instant hit, and the word roulingzhi, or 'fleshy lingzhi mushroom,' was coined in recognition of this comedy gold.


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
Wang Ling: I just want to eat my crispy noodle snacks in peace...
Father Wang: If you're careless enough to destroy the country, it’s coming out of your pocket money. 
Wang Ling: It’s not my fault that the backlash from punching me kills you.
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Tags: comedy, school, cultivation, tsundere, popular culture, almighty protagonist, action

While the teacher was writing a question on the board, many students were texting in the group chat with phones under their desks while stealing glances with each other and holding back their laughs. A few students were staring at the girl with a high ponytail and prominent caramel eyes who was deep in thoughts about her next plans.

When the teacher turned around, all the students raised their heads high and pretended to be concentrating hard. 

"Today, we…" The middle-aged teacher paused when he saw the lost look on Park Danbi's face. Though she was a top student, her attitude was still questionable. He picked up the chalk and hurled it in her direction. She sighed and bent her head slightly. The piece of chalk went past her, only to be caught by Gu Yi Won.

All eyes widened except for Park Danbi and Gu Yi Won.

"Park Danbi!" The teacher roared. How could she have the audacity to dodge the piece of chalk? 

"Yes, Teacher." She yawned. Because of that crazy chef, she couldn't sleep all night. The teacher was glaring at her. She glanced at the board once, and then she requested with a saccharine voice, "Can I sleep for some time?" 

"S-Sleep in my class?" Teacher's eyes bulged out. He gnashed his teeth when she gave him a nod. "Park Danbi, since you are so smart, why don't you solve the questions on the board?"

She shrugged. "Sure, Teacher."

Just then, Gu Yi Won stood up and walked to the teacher. He handed the piece of chalk to the teacher and gave him a little polite bow. When he was trotting back to his seat, he glanced at Park Danbi who kept blinking her sleepy eyes. Her smooth neck was slightly arched, revealing small pink bug bites. His fingers curled inward as he sat down on his seat and started solving the question that was on the board. 

"Go ahead." The teacher stepped aside and beckoned her with his hand to come forward. 

Her step toward the board was heavy. Park Danbi's body was aching. Sleeping as a burrito with someone clinging to her body like a sloth was not comfortable anyway. 

The chef was heavy and he kept nibbling on her neck like a giant mosquito last night. Then, he would lick the cheese on her cheek in his sleep and mumble long list of recipes. So, she didn't get one second of sleep last night. It was all thanks to that crazy chef.

As she started solving the damned differential equation on the board, her head was also musing about ways to torture the chef. 

The chef needed to be taught a lesson immediately. He liked cooking, right? Then, she would ask him to make a lot of dishes and bash his cooking skills. 

But she was already busy with Beom Chi-U and Gu Yi Won. When the memories of kissing haunted her mind, her face turned sour. She clenched her teeth and grated the piece of chalk hard on the blackboard, producing shrill sounds that sent goosebumps down her teacher's and classmates' spines. 

The teacher yelled, "Park Danbi, Stop!"

Stop? Nobody could tell her when to stop. She was the kind of person who liked to enact her revenge with a hundred percent result. Anything less than a hundred percent gave her insomnia. 

Park Danbi picked up another piece of chalk and wrote down the next step of the equation. The differential equation could have been solved in only three steps; however, she was deliberately making it long. After the blackboard was filled with only equations, she wrote down the final answer. 

The teacher widened his eyes when he inspected the method that she used to solve the problem. It was long and tedious, and not a part of the syllabus. A high school student shouldn't know this. He narrowed his eyes on her. "Where did you learn this?"

"At home." Sleep had flown away from Park Danbi's eyes; exhaustion remained. Her hands and clothes were covered with chalk powder. "I studied it last year."

"Who taught you that?" The teacher's gaze lingered on the solution. "How did you turn something so simple into something complex?"

"I taught myself," Park Danbi told him grimly, slapping off the chalk powder, frowning as the taste of the kiss returned in her mouth, and she felt that she needed to baptize her mouth by something else. She turned her head toward Gu Yi Won who was watching her with his ever-indifferent, though his eyes always had a sly tinge of interest that always gave a poisonous hope to the naive ones. She added solemnly, "Because simple ways are boring."

How far a person can go in the name of love?

"If that girl is gone, will you come back to me?"

The meaning of her name was sweet rain. However, she couldn't recall a rainy day with a sweet memory.

Determined to get back the boy she loved more than her life, Park Danbi dressed up as a boy and seduced her ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend. 

When she thought that he would return to her, she lost everything.

That wasn't enough to stop her.

"Gu Yi Won, I will reach your side someday."

However, why does this chef sniffs her whenever he gets a chance? 


***

Author's Note:

Who hasn't been a fool in love? 

A lot of people would come to me and say that they were wise in love or they have never been in love.

Others will look at the people and criticize the ones who have made countless mistakes when they were in love. 

This story is not a story about someone got over her first love or how they are happy in love.

This story is not a story about someone who was perfect and got everything in her life in the first try. 

This story is dedicated to...

Those who have been a fool in love. 

Those who still want to believe in love even after getting brutally hurt.

Those who were obsessed after someone who was always out of reach. 

Those who were heartbroken and lonely. 

It's a tale of a girl who continuously made mistakes and how love became her main flaw. 

It's a tale of a girl who wanted to build an empire to ruin the man she loved.

It's a tale of a girl who would stop at nothing to reach his side again. 

Let me ask you again. 

How far will you go in the name of love? 

Park Danbi will tell you.

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