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?

Leonie is a student writer and the vice- president of their school’s literary club where she already published diverse creative fiction and nonfiction output. That summer, their school opened a competition about writing a story- blog where it will be followed by the school’s students and others who find the story very powerful. The student who will win the competition shall be given full scholar for the coming school year. With the power of the quill, she will write a story where she could change her life.

The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

Dassah Quinn had left no choice but to stay with a perfect stranger. Yearning for someone who would help them get out of trouble and leave the olden storage room is her gleam of hope. 

In the course of incarceration, Dassah unexpectedly entailed herself in a scheme of discerning the nondescript man, One One.

"Why do you want to learn sand art?"
Wen Wan had already guessed this possibility before Meng Fan arrived. She knew it was the most likely, otherwise, he wouldn't have come to her. She asked the question out of courtesy, but she was also genuinely curious.
Meng Fan was famous, and in addition to doing strange things, everyone was still willing to mention him because there was the premise that he was very good at his specialty. Otherwise, these strange things would just be out of professional merit instead of for entertainment. If that was the case, his classmates would still talk about him, but professors wouldn't approve.
Many people had seen Meng Fan's manga and his illustrations, including Wen Wan, and they could all see that Meng Fan's drawing skills were among the highest in the industry.
Because of this, Wen Wan was curious.
Most sand painters transferred from manga artists and not sketching or oil painting since sand painting was very similar to manga in terms of the creative techniques required.
Meng Fan's response was more or less honest. "I think sand art is pretty cool, and I'm very interested."
"Your answer is pretty cool too."
Maybe it was already preconceived, or maybe his charm was working, regardless, Wen Wan had a very good impression of Meng Fan. She even accepted Meng Fan's sloppy response as a gesture of his coolness and continued to ask him, "How would you like me to teach you? Do you want to go to class or come to my studio?"
Meng Fan was overjoyed. "You agree to teach me?"
Wen Wan smiled. "There's no reason to say no."
Meng Fan thought for a while and said a little sheepishly, "I want your one on one teaching course. It's like this, I think I have a good foundation for drawing, and I'm a fast learner as well... Uhm, most importantly, I have a lot of questions. If it was a regular class, I'm afraid I'll just waste the other students' time with too many questions."
Meng Fan wanted to find a teacher to get him started quickly, so he could have a sense of direction and became familiarized with the process. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to transition regardless of how great his drawing skills were. It was not like his drawing skills had its own "memory" that would allow him to know sand painting without even learning it.
"You mean you want to learn fast?"
Wen Wan didn't doubt Meng Fan's self-confidence since facts had proven that sand painting wasn't a skill heavy form of art. Regardless of what category of art one chose to paint, sand art was easy to learn as long as one had the foundations set. And if one had their own drawing style, their sand painting style would be unique as well.
In addition, strong calligraphy skills would also greatly help with sand painting.
Even if one began from zero, one had to spend a lot of time on their foundations which required a lot of effort.
Of course, it didn't mean that other skills were required to paint with sand which was the same as… if one learned oil painting, one might not be good at Chinese painting. After all, the tools and methods were different, and nothing was certain.
In retrospect, with Meng Fan's current painting skills in sand painting, Wen Wan believed Meng Fan would have a great advantage.
"I want to see how fast you really are."
Wen Wan smiled. "How about this. I was going to head to my studio today, so why don't you come with me. I'll ask a staff member to share some basic knowledge and props with you, and when I'm done with my work, I'll give you a proper lesson. If you really are fast, then I'll go one on one with you."
Otherwise... Did she even have to continue?
Either she didn't teach them, or she treated everyone equally.
Meng Fan nodded fervently. "Then thank you in advance."
"My studio is right next to the school. Let's go there."
As they spoke, the two left the office and headed toward the school gates.
"Iron singer!"
"Badass!"
"Hello, Meng Fatty!"
Along the way, they ran into a lot of people who greeted Meng Fan, and even those who didn't say hello also looked at him a few times.
At Bai Zhi's concert yesterday, the largest audience group by far was the student and faculty from the Academy. Most of them had watched it, and those who didn't catch up with the videos, especially the two songs that Meng Fan sang.
In addition, the video of Meng Fan's two songs on Weibo had received a high number of shares and retweets. It was even popular on some short video sharing platforms.
It was a pity that these clicks and retweets couldn't be converted into viewers. Otherwise, Meng Fan didn't even need to study sand painting for the double eleven gala since that would have completed the task already.
"Those who don't know probably think you're famous."
As they left the school, she said with a smile and pointed toward a direction before walking there. Not long after, they reached a neighborhood near the school. Coincidentally, Wen Wan's studio was in the same neighborhood as Meng Fan. Although they weren't in the same building, they were only one unit apart. If he really looked, he could see the studio from his apartment.
Wen Wan's sand painting studio was called Wen Wan Sand Art. It occupied the second and third floors with a relatively large surface area. The third floor was for meetings, guests, research, and some teaching. The second floor was mostly used for practice and other creative functions.
"Ding."
Wen Wan took Meng Fan into the second-floor studio and spoke to a guy who had been tossing sand. "I don't have to introduce him, do I? Can you take him around to familiarize with the tools, and teach him some basics for sand painting as well. I'll be joining you two in a moment."
She then turned to Meng Fan. "If you want to know anything just ask him."
After this, she headed for the third floor.
"Hello, iron hero!"
Ding was a student from the academy as well; of course, he knew Meng Fan.
More than half of Wen Wan's students at this studio were from HuaXia academy. A quarter of them were graduates from the academy, and a handful of the rest was from the National Art Academy.
Wen Wan was just like Qin Jiao when it came to helping students.
Of course, the academy was still the best resource for studios like these. If one didn't pounce when the treasure was right under their nose, where else would one go?
Ding asked him a few curious questions and then began to introduce the tools once he got a better understanding of Meng Fan. The most important tool out of these was the sand used for the art.
The sand came in several different types and colors to satisfy various requirements.
Ding had been learning sand painting since his first year at the university and entered Wen Wan's studio in his second year. He was legitimately Wen Wan's student and was already appearing solo at several performances at the beginning of this year. His foundations were solid, and he was a creative guy. And slowly but surely, he developed his own style.
Naturally, he was very professional.
After introducing Meng Fan to the tools, Ding began to teach him starting from the basics since he knew Meng Fan had zero foundations, to begin with.
He talked for a dozen or so minutes as he acted out the techniques.
"The basics for sand painting include spreading, like this...Then it's spreading... dotting..."
Ten more minutes later, Ding let Meng Fan try it out himself.
After explaining the basics, one naturally had to try it out on their own. He grasped the sand and began to 'paint'. This way, he would be able to better digest the knowledge; otherwise, the lesson would just go through one ear and out the other.
About two hours later, Wen Wan went down the stairs and entered the studio. "It took longer than I thought. Coincidentally it's dinner time, you guys can pick it up after we eat. You understand the basics right?"
At this time, Ding's expression was a bit strange. "Professor, uhm, he already completed an entire painting on his own..."


To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a 'system', sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

Xue Jing only wanted to sell to someone that gave him good vibes. Good vibes were hard to define, but somehow, he felt that he wouldn't be upset if he sold his flat to Fang Zhao and the apartment was completely renovated.
Just as Fang Zhao put it, different arrangers would handle the same song differently. Different styles would come out. Everyone was equally entitled to leave their mark. Any buyer was simply a temporary custodian of the property.
Property prices in Qi'an were quite high, especially in this neighborhood. Flats that were located on the 100th floor or higher usually cost at least 10,000 dollars per square meter. There was only one penthouse apartment in the building. The entire property took up some 200 square meters, but the flat only accounted for half of it. A garden and a parking space took up the other half.
The price tag was 10 million, which was cheap compared to similar properties in the area. The market value was no less than 20 million.
One of the reasons why real estate in that neighborhood was expensive was the presence of security guards and regular patrols. Quite a few Yanzhou celebrities bought homes in the area to avoid media attention. Xue Jing had bought this place back then because he'd wanted the peace and quiet. He was no celebrity, but he was quite influential in the music industry. Many people sought him out for favors, hoping a word from Xue Jing would translate into shortcuts. Xue Jing got so fed up he moved here. "There's another reason I invited you here, besides selling you my apartment. It's entirely up to you. No pressure," Xue Jing said.
Fang Zhao had thought a favor might be attached when Xue Jing had announced his asking price. Given Xue Jing was so generous with his pricing, Fang Zhao would comply as long as it wasn't too big of a favor.
"Please continue," Fang Zhao said.
"As you know, I'm not teaching these days, focusing instead on editing and writing textbooks." Xue Jing looked at Fang Zhao. "I'm working on a book about symphonic works. I'd like to use your songs as an example."
Xue Jing was writing a textbook that analyzed symphonies and served as a how-to primer. Symphonies were an offbeat genre. Music students tended to avoid the specialty. Even though symphonies enjoyed greater prestige within the industry, they weren't too popular.
Xue Jing wasn't only concerned with turning a profit. The elders in the industry didn't bother with symphonies, but the genre had to be preserved. Xue Jing didn't want to cut and paste like previous authors. He wanted to present contemporary examples. This would require Fang Zhao to discuss his creative vision, his sources of inspiration, and some memorable moments from the creative process. In short, Xue Jing wanted Fang Zhao to pass on his knowledge and expose more students to the genre of symphonies. It would be the equivalent of a master class in written form. Of course, it was up to Fang Zhao to decide how much to reveal.
"As you know, this isn't a hit single. There won't be much money in it." Xue Jing was frank.
Fang Zhao's emergence gave Xue Jing hope. The "100-Year Period of Destruction" series probably made for the most memorable symphonic pop songs in the past century. More importantly, the series was not condescending. It took the accessible form of pop music and reached a broad audience.
Many young composers were reluctant to share their creative insight, so Xue Jing thought Fang Zhao would take his time to consider the request. Little did he expect Fang Zhao to agree immediately.
"No problem."
But Fang Zhao wasn't actually that young. He was happy to share his knowledge and pass on the lessons he'd learned from the end of days. Human life was finite, but there were no bounds to shared experience and knowledge.
Xue Jing was delighted. "Terrific. Terrific. I'll add your name to the list of consulting editors."
Textbooks in the New Era—whether in print or electronic form—identified their authors clearly. University regulations also required them to identify their editors and consulting editors.
Normally, protocol dictated that if the length of your contribution was brief and the content wasn't essential to the book, you weren't listed as a contributing editor. Xue Jing was thinking Fang Zhao probably wouldn't share at length, but the fact that he was willing to open up and share was worth applauding. Xue Jing was glad to give him credit.
"My assistant will brief you on the mechanics of contributing to the book. You could also organize your thoughts ahead of time. As for the apartment, I'll send for packers right away. I'll have all the paperwork completed and the flat vacated in three days. There's no rush in paying me. If you can't pay the full amount in one go, you can pay in installments over a few years. No hurry."
"It's OK. I can pay in full now," Fang Zhao said.
Fang Zhao left the apartment after the conversation ended. Xue Jing had him chauffeured back to Silver Wing. Fang Zhao got a call from Zhu Zhen, Duan Qianji's assistant, while en route.
"Fang Zhao, someone from Leizhou wants to use the third movement in a movie soundtrack. They don't want to buy the song outright—just license it for 30 days." In other words, there would be a moratorium on the song's release in other formats for 30 days after the film began screening in theaters.
Orders like this from another continent were rare and often translated into new opportunities.
"We haven't discussed the price yet. Chairman Duan wants to get your OK first," Zhu Zhen said.
"To use on a soundtrack? It's a production company from Leizhou?"
"Yes. The deal will help promote the song, but the production company doesn't have a great reputation."
Every continent had protectionist measures in place to shore up their own music and film industries. "Cocoon Breach" was a good example that illustrated this trend. After the song was proven to have an impact on Hull virus patients, the publicity on other continents glossed over the title of the song or made brief mention of it. The focus was on its effect on Hull virus carriers and related topics. The medical discussion took precedence, obscuring any talk of Polar Light or details about the first and second movements.
It was one thing if the two songs were merely released as songs. But the two movements were inextricably linked to a virtual idol, so they were heavily censored in Leizhou.
Media coverage of the songs in Leizhou not only buried the title of the songs and the names of the composer and production company—Polar Light wasn't mentioned at all. Few people who read the news reports searched for the songs. The first two movements also weren't available for download outside of Yanzhou.
So what Duan Qianji had in mind was using the Leizhou film as an alternative platform, even though it might be a crappy production. Given the fact that the two songs were not available for download outside of Yanzhou, they could license them for placement in films. This didn't affect their marketing plan in Yanzhou.
But Duan Qianji was worried that Fang Zhao would find the placement degrading if the film was a mediocre production just judging from appearances. He might be turned off. That was why she had asked Zhu Zhen to run the plan by Fang Zhao first before entering into negotiations.
After being briefed by Zhu Zhen, Fang Zhao thought for about two seconds. "I'd like to get a sense of the plot of the film and where exactly the song will be placed."
"I'm not entirely clear on either. Let me get back to you."
Half an hour later, Zhu Zhen sent Fang Zhao an encrypted file that outlined the plot and where the third movement would be placed.
The document also listed the names of the production company and key investors as well as the main actors.
The credits would have meant nothing to someone outside the entertainment industry in Yanzhou. But anyone from Leizhou could tell from the names of the production company and investors that the film was a shameless ploy to promote a certain star. What wass funny was that, despite their corny story lines and shitty acting, films like this did OK at the box office. People usually bitched as they watched these movies online. They knew they were crap but they couldn't resist watching. Maybe it was a form of venting.
Fang Zhao spent an afternoon watching previous releases backed by the same production company and investors. He had his answer by sundown.
"I'll sign off on this. My only request is that the third movement only be used for the scene specified. There is no leeway on this. It can only be played then."


"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.

While his comprehension of formations was still limited at 7-star, his foundations were firm because he had studied the Heaven's Path Formation Art. If required to, as long as he studied the formation blueprint carefully, he would be able to set up basic grade-8 primary formations with ease.
"Alright!"
The supporting formation was a specialized formation to augment the transmission range of the Jade Communication Token, and it was not really a confidential secret or that sort, so Chen Leyao did not have to hold it back from Zhang Xuan. With a flick of her wrist, she passed a formation blueprint over.
Zhang Xuan took the blueprint and began studying it.
To make an analogy to his previous world, if the Jade Communication Token could be viewed as a cell phone, the formation would be a cell towers, serving to strengthen the transmission signals so that the message would be able to travel a greater distance.
As simple as it sounded in theory, it was not that easy to carry it out in practice.
It's a grade-8 primary formation, and with my current comprehension of formations, I should be able to set it up easily. Zhang Xuan frowned. However… I'll still take around three days, and the work required for that will be highly intensive. That'll be too troublesome.
While his comprehension of formations was already on par with most 8-star low-tier formation masters, there were simply too many aspects that one had to take note of when setting up the formation. The slightest mistake in the amplification of the transmission signal could very well destroy the structure of the Communication Jade Token, so it was imperative to be absolutely careful in every single one of the details. As a preliminary estimate, Zhang Xuan deemed that it would take at least three days for him to finish setting it up.
Three days just to set up a formation… that was too extravagant!
Knowing that he was limited by his understanding of formations, Zhang Xuan pondered for a moment before coming up with a plan. Looks like it's time for me to take the 8-star formation master examination!
It was due to his lack of understanding of formations that resulted in his inability to effectively set up the formation. However, as long as he could clear the 8-star formation master examination and access the books about grade-8 formations, he should be able to reduce the time required significantly.
Noticing Zhang Xuan's frown, Chen Leyao asked, "Is Zhang shi able to set up the formation?"
"I'm still a little lacking." Zhang Xuan shook his head before asking with a smile, "Right, do you know where I can take the 8-star formation master examination in the Sanctum of Sages? I would like to first take the examination before studying how I can set up the supporting formation. I think it would be safer this way."
As the highest training institute of the Master Teacher Continent, the Sanctum of Sages was bound to house branches of the other occupations. Otherwise, how would the students of other occupations advance their skills here?
Most importantly of all, master teachers had to clear the prerequisite for their supporting occupations before they could take the master teacher examination.
"Everything related to the examination of supporting occupations and the sort can be found in the Hall of Erudition. I have looked into the matter previously, so I know its rough location. Why don't I show you there?" Chen Leyao answered with a smile.
"I'll be troubling you then."
Through the identity token, he had also gained a rough idea of how the Sanctum of Sages functioned. It was divided into multiple halls, each of them serving a different purpose. However, the structure still differed significantly from that of the Hongyuan Master Teacher Academy and the Combat Master Hall.
The Hongyuan Master Teacher Academy and Combat Master Hall were divided into respective occupation schools or cultivation divisions, such as the Beast Tamer School and Apothecary School for the former, and Martial Arts Division and Soul Division for the latter.
On the other hand, the Sanctum of Sages mainly consisted of Five Halls, and they had nothing to do with occupations or the sort.
They were namely: Attainment, Solidarity, Propriety, Erudition, and Integrity![1]
Hall of Attainment[2], the place where teachers taught and students learned as well as where the impartation of knowledge, learning of techniques, and inheritance of culture took place.
Hall of Solidarity, a training ground with all kinds of trials in order to temper one against the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe. It served to promote camaraderie and cooperation among fellow students.
Hall of Propriety, the area where duels and battles were conducted.
Hall of Erudition, where occupation examinations were conducted and cultivation technique manuals were stored, the place where students would unlock their wisdom.
Hall of Integrity, the place where students reinforced their state of mind and tempered their character.
Attainment, Solidarity, Propriety, Erudition, and Integrity[3]; Graciousness, Altruism, Respect, Frugality, and Tolerance[4]. These were the five pillars of the Sanctum of Sages.
Students who had come here to cultivate not only had to be strong—more importantly, they had to be principled and cultured.
"Zhang shi, you are too courteous!" Chen Leyao nodded before leading the way forward.
The Hall of Erudition, despite being termed as a hall, was not an actual building. Rather, like the Ten Schools of the Hongyuan Master Teacher Academy, it referred to an entire branch of the academy.
Just the type of occupational examination grounds numbered more than a hundred.
The duo proceeded forward swiftly, and roughly ten minutes later, they arrived at the entrance. The first thing that they saw was a massive wall that was crafted using some unknown material, and carved at the center was a massive character that induced warmth and tranquility in one.
智 (Erudition).
This calligraphy… looks very familiar… Zhang Xuan unwittingly halted his footsteps.
The calligraphy for the '智 (Erudition)' character was vastly different from that of the 'Sanctum of Sages' plaque at the entrance. Even though it did not emanate an overwhelming aura, it created a conception of vastness that was as high as the heavens, as broad as a seemingly endless plain. This reflected the broad-mindedness of the one who had left behind the calligraphy, the great dreams that he harbored for the world.
While Zhang Xuan was still bewildered by the sense of familiarity he felt from the painting, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
"This is… Kong shi's writing!"
"Vicious, you are awake?" Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up.
The person was no one other than Vicious, who had fallen into a dormant state for nearly an entire month after consuming the other Vicious of the Marshlands.
"Yes. Fortunately, I have managed to assimilate that fellow into me!" Vicious replied with a slightly agitated voice.
"How are you feeling? Is there any advancement in your cultivation?" Zhang Xuan asked.
Vicious was his trump card, so if the other party's strength grew, it would indubitably be beneficial to him.
"Master, after fusing together with my head and my eyes, my strength has grown by leaps and bounds. In my current state, even Saint 7-dan cultivators won't be a match for me," Vicious replied proudly.
"Saint 7-dan?" Zhang Xuan was slightly astonished.
Just a month ago, that fellow had only been at Leaving Aperture realm pinnacle, and yet, just by fusing together with his brain and eyes, he had managed to advance two cultivation realms! This sure was scary!
Just what kind of people was he surrounded by? Each of them seemed to be even more monstrous than the other. How pressuring…
There was nothing he needed to say about his clone, and judging from what Chen Leyao had said earlier, Zhao Ya's cultivation was bound to be far higher than his at the moment.
And now, even his subordinate had gained the ability to subdue Saint 7-dan cultivators.
"After assimilating the head, I have received a more wholesome understanding of my heritage, especially in terms of soul cultivation. Currently, I have soul cultivation techniques all the way up to Saint 9-dan," Vicious said.
"That's great!" Zhang Xuan's eyes lit up.
The soul cultivation technique manuals he had obtained from Mo Hunsheng only reached Transcendent Mortal, so after reaching Saint realm, he had no choice but to stop his soul cultivation for quite a while. After which, he managed to compile the complete Heaven's Path Soul Art for the first four dans of Saint realm, and he had also raised his soul cultivation up to Primordial Spirit realm pinnacle.
With the soul cultivation techniques from Vicious, as long as he could find soul cultivation-related manuals in the future, he would be able to compile them together to form complete Heaven's Path Soul Art manuals and advance the might of his soul.
Wait a moment… A doubt flashed across Zhang Xuan's mind. Aren't soul cultivation techniques unique to the heritage of soul oracles? Why would Vicious possess them as well?
According to what he had gathered from Mo Hunsheng, soul cultivation techniques were a unique heritage of the soul oracles whereas Vicious was an Otherworldly Demon. So, why would Vicious possess such a deep understanding of soul cultivation techniques, possessing complete manuals of them even?
Forget it, there's no point thinking about that at the moment.
Knowing that it would be pointless to think too deeply into matters that he did not have an answer to at the moment, Zhang Xuan continued asking, "Other than soul cultivation techniques, do you have any zhenqi cultivation techniques?"
Vicious was an expert who had rivaled Kong shi many years ago, so the cultivation techniques that he practiced were bound to be incredibly profound. If he could learn them too, that would be deeply beneficial to furthering his fighting prowess.
"I do have a few cultivation techniques, but those are intended for Otherworldly Demons, so I fear they might not be compatible with your constitution. Nevertheless, I'll just send them over to you."
After hearing those words, Zhang Xuan immediately felt a surge of knowledge shooting into his mind.
Since even he was capable of transmitting knowledge, considering how Vicious had assimilated the knowledge of the other Vicious too, such a thing was bound to be even easier for him.
After browsing through the knowledge he had just received, Zhang Xuan shook his head. "Indeed, I won't be able to cultivate those cultivation techniques."
He could still study the soul cultivation techniques, but the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe's cultivation techniques were completely useless to him.
There was a vast difference in the physique of a human and an Otherworldly Demon, and this was a fundamental problem that even the Library of Heaven's Path could not bridge. As a result, no matter how talented he was, there was simply no way he could practice those cultivation techniques.
"What a pity…" Zhang Xuan sighed deeply.
If only he could practice those cultivation techniques, he would have been spared from a great deal of trouble, and it would have been more convenient for him to achieve breakthroughs.
But from the looks of it, it seemed like it was all a pipe dream.
After which, both of them continued chatting for a while.
Even though the brain did possess most of Vicious' memories, the immense damage that it had suffered then and the passing of several millenniums had resulted in quite a few memories blurring out. For example, he could only remember the vague outlines of the affairs concerning Kong shi.
Knowing that there would be plenty of opportunities to interrogate Vicious in detail now that he was awake, Zhang Xuan decided to get back on track for the time being. Recalling what Vicious had mentioned earlier, he could not help but ask, "Right. you said earlier that this character was left behind by Kong shi. What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what it means! The '智 (Erudition)' character was written by Kong shi, and it's of a much higher level than the writing he left at the Saint Ascension Platform. If I could devour it, I would be able to call forth power far greater than before!" Vicious remarked in excitement.
"Devour?" Zhang Xuan's face immediately darkened.
This fellow sure knows how to dream!
This is the Sanctum of Sages, the highest training institute of the Master Teacher Continent! You actually want to eat Kong shi's writing here… Before you can even do the deed, you will be pummeled into the ground first!
Perhaps, even I would be implicated by you as well!
"You'd better wipe that thought out of your mind!" Zhang Xuan harrumphed coldly before turning his gaze back to the calligraphy.
It was no wonder it looked familiar to him. He had studied the writing he had obtained from Kong shi back at the Saint Ascension Platform many times, so he was already familiar with the latter's handwriting.
Seeing that Zhang Xuan had abruptly stopped before the calligraphy, Chen Leyao explained with a chuckle, "This '智 (Erudition)' character is wholesome and well-connected, reminiscent of the sparks of inspiration within a person's mind. Frequent admiring of the calligraphy will help to enhance one's analytical ability, thus opening the doors to erudition."
"I see." Zhang Xuan nodded.
This character was indeed far more profound than the words Kong shi had left behind back at the Saint Ascension Platform, be it in terms of conception or aesthetics. Even Zhang Xuan felt like whatever turbidity was weighing down his mind would be cleansed if he observed it for prolonged periods of time, thus enhancing his thinking ability.
As expected of a work from Kong shi… In comparison, it seemed like Sage Kui's words still needed much more work.
"No wonder most powerful clans are intent on sending their offspring over to the Sanctum of Sages to study. Putting everything aside, just this calligraphy alone already has the ability to stabilize one's Primordial Spirit and reinforce one's cultivation. On top of that, it can also suppress any inner demons, granting peace and tranquility," Zhang Xuan remarked in awe.
With Kong shi's massive character standing guard, even inner demons would not dare wreak havoc.
Perhaps, this was the main reason most powerful clans would willingly send the most outstanding of their offspring to receive the heritage and guidance of the academy.
After staring at the calligraphy for a little longer, Zhang Xuan turned his head back to Chen Leyao and said, "Let's go in!"
"Un." Chen Leyao nodded, and the two of them headed into the Hall of Erudition.
[1] These words have multiple meanings, so I translated them to those that are most contextualized to the functions of the halls and attempted to cover as many of the meanings as possible.
[2] The word used here usually means compassion for the masses, a greater love for the world. However, the word also happens to have the meaning of advancement as well, the concept of improving oneself for the better.
[3] Basically, Attainment (Compassion), Solidarity, Propriety, Erudition, and Integrity is what we call Five Constant Virtues of Confucianism. I have translated it a little differently from more official sources for the sake of the novel, but the main idea of it is in there. They refer to the fundamental values which those living in a community should follow by in order to ensure collective harmony.
[4] As for Graciousness, Altruism, Respect, Frugality, and Tolerance, they are actually from a story regarding Kong Zi. Basically, these are traits which Kong Zi/Kong shi is perceived to possess by one of his students.


Nang mapunta siya sa ibang mundo, nagulat na lang si Zhang Xuan nang malaman niyang naging isa siyang teacher. Kasabay nito, lumitaw ang misteryosong library sa isipan niya. 
Basta’t nakita niya ito, tao man ‘to o isang bagay, agad na gagawa ng libro ang library tungkol sa mga kahinaan nito. Dahil dito, naging napakalakas niya. 
“Emperador Zhouyang, bakit ayaw na ayaw mong isuot ang salawal mo? Bilang isang emperor, bakit hindi mo bigyang pansin ang pagpapaganda ng iyong imahe sa publiko?”
“Fairy Linglong, lagi mo ‘kong pwedeng puntahan sa tuwing hindi ka makatulog sa gabi. Magaling ako sa pagpapatulog!”
“At ikaw naman, Demon Lord Qiankun! Pwede bang bawasan mo ang pagkain ng bawang? Gusto mo ba ‘kong patayin sa amoy niyan?”
Ito ay isang kwento tungkol sa mga teacher at estudyante, ang pagsasanay at paggabay sa pinaka mahuhusay na eksperto sa buong mundo!


I am not that pleasant to the eye. I have these forever tiny pimples that take shelter on my face. And I think I have gotten big over the years of stress-eating. 

This guy in front of me does not think so though. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Or maybe he is just making fun of me and this is some kind of prank he is trying to pull off with his jock of a friends. I have seen this guy and he is the new member of the basketball team of Moordale High. I have not known him that much, but I know the basketball boys were assholes. 

This guy standing in front of me is a sophomore and it sucks that he is taller than me. He has brown curly hair, black eyes, and frickeled cheeks. And I think he is pleasant to the eyes, too pleasant. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Too straightforward to even be believable. I look boringly back at his eyes, which showed nervousness. He glances at something behind my back. The jockholes look like they are snickering. 

I grab the books from my lockers and look back at him.

"Trust me, you don't wanna be like them." I walk away from him and towards my first period. 

You see, the basketball players at my school hate me. They hate me for accidentally finding out their secret. I never meant to intrude but they were just not that careful. That's why they left me alone, sadly my proof was shattered by them, my phone, and now I had nothing against them. Just kidding, I backed it up on my laptop. I am not that fucking stupid. One more dirty move, and their parents will know that their precious innocent sons are actually not that innocent anymore. 

Wednesday is the best school day. Creative Writing is first period. And I love the subject. And I get to be with Atlas in the same room. 

I quickly go to my seat and write my thoughts and feelings of the day. Mr. Harrington has this idea of writing down what we are feeling and I don't know for what purpose. 

/I think I will be fine./

He has not yet arrived. I roll the paper and put it in the box of his table. 

I turn to my seat to find Atlas already sitting and writing down on his paper. He is 7 seats away from me. He is in front while I was at the back.

In no time, the students filled the room and Mr. Harrington started his lecture of the day. I listened to him properly but my mind keeps bringing me back to what happened this morning.

/"Your mom is coming here tomorrow, please clean your room."/ I hear my dad's voice. It was not my mom, coming to the house, that was bothering me. It was my dad. Sure, he changed. But everything was awkward at the house, he is always early for work and arrives so late. He does not look at me when he says something. We don't eat together. It's like we are two strangers living in the same house. Like housemates that are supposed to get along. We don't get along. He barely even talks to me. It has always been like that. I was always the one initiating the conversation when we eat together, which barely happens. I tell him about school and he would reply with words that are blank and I ask him about work and he'll say it's okay and the conversation ends.

/I think I will be fine/ I snap out of my thoughts and look back at Mr. Harrington who has started reading the rolled papers. 

"Whoever you are, remember that it gets better. Your day might have started badly, does not mean it ends badly, do something fun, something you want to do. It's a bad day, not a bad life." Mr. Harrington was good at motivation and making students feel better. I wonder why isn't the guidance councilor when he was better than Mrs. Yuan. 

"I beat off three tim..." the class is in hysterics, including me. "Now, what did I say about this stuff?..." He rambles on and on about the use of language and then continued to read the other papers, which of course, had plenty more unclean contents. 

I look back at Atlas, whose back I can only see. He is laughing along with the class, his broad shoulders bobbing in the process. 

He is good at poetry as well. He is good at everything he does. He is this perfect student, this perfect jock, this perfect son, this perfect boyfriend, but he will never be a perfect friend. 

Suddenly, I am so angry. Angry at him. Angry for what he has done. Angry that he gave up on our friendship. Angry that he blamed me for his parents separation when his parents actually had reunited and stayed a perfect family in town. Angry that he did not even reach out and try to recompense. Angry that he chose to be friends with assholes. Angry that he is unattainable. 

And I am angry at myself, for not being able to let go. For messing things up. For not being able to save my parents' marriage. Angry at my mother for leaving. Angry at my mother who has built a new family and they are probably talking and not awkward with each other. Angry at my father for cheating. Angry that he isn't proud of his faggot of a son that he could not even talk to let alone look at. I am angry that I chose him. 

I am angry at myself for being the way I am. I am angry that as I sit here, my eyes blinking back tears, looking at Atlas' back, I realize that I am jealous of him. That I have always been. And I hate it. 

"Mr. Jones, are you okay?" I look back at my 6'4 teacher who is now standing in front of me. I know all eyes are on me. They are probably looking at me weirdly, including Atlas. But I don't look at any.

I clear my throat.
"Um, yeah... I am okay sir."

I will always say I am okay.



/Even when it is obvious that I am not./

Summer is in love with Atlas. Atlas likes Summer, but no, not in that way.


boyxboy

"Momo... hurry up!!.... we're going to be late!!" Yelled Linda, as she rushed towards the newly constructed building within the school premises.
Little Momo and her, were on their way towards the chemistry laboratory.
Today, they were taking Chemistry 3.
Ever since the beginning of April, they had been taking 6 main courses:
•Biology 1 (Classes of living organisms)
•Math 4 (simple variable math, like find X)
•Chemistry 2
•Chemistry 3 (introduction to lab science)
•Physics 1
•Phyno 4
Apart from these ones, they also had other fun and creative courses that occurred once a week... like:
•Arts & Craft 1
•Ethics & Morality 1 
•Health & Hygiene 1
•Literature 1
•Music 1
• And Physical Education 
Another surprising thing for the students was that this year, the school had created a Student Council body based on the votes from the students.
Also, each class had a class monitor and deputy class monitor that's entrusted in assisting the teachers in class, aiding the weak students, roll call... and so on.
No matter what amongst the 2 leaders, one had to be female and the other male.
Generally, once the winners for both the Male Group and female group emerged.... the students would then vote between the 2, and choose who should be the class monitor or deputy class monitor.
For the biology class, the students were taught the basics like: cells, microbes, plant systems, animal systems, invertebrates and vertebrates.
In short, they were taught about all the classes of living organisms.
Of course for Math 4, they focused on simple variable math... like 5x=10, find X.
In that class, they focused on understanding one to two variable equations..... which were usually linear equations.
For chemistry 2, the students would still focused on reactions, atoms and so on.... but now with the use of calculators, they had begun learning about calculating molecular weight and so on.
Of course just so that the students could breathe a little, music, literature, physical education and arts & craft were essentially a must.
In short, this semester was a busy one.
Today, Linda and little Momo were heading towards the Chemistry Lab in the new school building.
Once they got in, they immediately climbed the stairs until they arrived at the 3rd floor... where they were greeted with a large group of students outside the lab.
The area was bustling with busy students.
Friends greeted each other with hugs or playful punches, while others had their eyes glued on their books as they continued doing assignments that were due in the next class.
Some already had their lab coats and safety wears on, while others were busy wearing theirs on now.
In fact, everyone was doing their own thing as they waited for the class to begin.
Instantly, the duo opened their bags and quickly pulled out their neatly folded lab coats and safety items.
For this class, everyone was required to wear their lab coats, gloves, rubber boots, and goggles.
Linda looked at her watch and knew that it would soon be time for them to go in.
And right on queue, Mother Kim and teacher Gophen opened the lab doors from instead and ushered the students in.
"Morning Teacher Kim!"
"Morning teacher Gophen!"
"Morning teacher...."
"__"
Everyone greeted their teachers, as they walked in and immediately found their usual spot.
The Laboratory was massive, with several working slabs, cupboards with equipments stored in them, and a small storage room at its front.
Linda and Momo immediately spotted their other group members, and rushed over to join them.
Ever since the beginning of the semester, they had been put in groups of 5.
Apparently, these people would be their lab partners throughout the entire semester.
"Alright.... before we begin, you all know the drill.
In front of each group, are 5 question sheets.
You all have 7 minutes to answer them.
Remember, no cheating and no copying.... these small tests make up 20% of your final grade.
Now.... Begin!!"
Linda immediately flipped her question sheet and got to work.
For this Chemistry 3 course, they had 1 theory class on Tuesdays, and 1 lab session on Thursdays.
And at the beginning of each lab session, they would have mini quizzes that would test them on what they had learnt in their Tuesday classes.
Chemistry 3 was a course based on Laboratory work, so they had to know about the equipments in front of them, safety lab hazards and so on.
In fact... Ever since the students knew that these questions were 20%, they had taken them seriously
Linda filled her name and school number on the question sheet, before proceeding to answer the questions.
The questions were straight to the point, and easy to answer if one was paying attention during lectures.
And just like that, time flew by quickly... 7 minutes later, the quizzes collected back by teacher Gophen.
And the papers were collected, Mother Kim began distributing the Lab manual sheets for today's experiment.
.
"Alright.... before we begin our Laboratory experiment, let's recap on what Teacher Winnie has been you all in Chemistry 2." Mother Kim said.
The students immediately took out their books and writing materials.... While others flipped the pages of their books to the last pen-filled page.
It was important for the students to know about what reactions they were going to perform today, hence it was good for them to recap on what they were previously taught.
"So as usual, let's look back on what you all have been learning so far.
I need a few examples of chemistry around us... anyone?" Mother Kim asked, as she waited for the students to raise their hands.
"Yes Filipa?" She said, while pointing at a little girl at the front of the room.
"Air is essentially chemistry, because it's constantly undergoing a chemical change.
For example, we breathe out carbon dioxide and take in oxygen... so air is always changing.
Also... air undergoes changes whenever smoke is released in to the atmosphere by burning, hence it's part of Chemistry."
"Correct!!.
Any other examples of Chemistry around us?" Kim asked.
"Our bodies."
"The ocean"
"When we make bread."
"__"


Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

  
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Author here, thank you all for tuning in..... english is my second language... so I promise to try my best.

P.S, please dont compare my Novel to others... not all world development novels have to have the same format.

"Alright class, today we have a few important matters to discuss." 

The class went silent, they were probably scared that there was a pop quiz. 

"Its time to choose your Hero names."

Everyone rose up out of their seats, excited. You however were not. You had ideas of a Hero name but all of them would just reveal your quirk. Maybe you should just tell them...

You were all given white boards and markers, most already had their choices written down. Insanely nervous, you listened to everyones idea, some were actually creative, others...

Bakugo stood up, he looked proud as he walked up to the front of the class room. He revealed his name, everyone just murmured. You however died, "HAHAHAHAHA! THAT THE DUMBEST NAME IVE EVER HEARD!" 

Bakugo flushed before his face went into an angry scowl, "What did you just say!?" 

You had tears flowing out of your eyes, barely even breathing, "Oh, don't take it to heart, it was somewhat...Creative." You said. 

"I will admit, its an interesting name but it just wont do, why do you try again?" Midnight said to Bakugo. 

"Whatever." 

"Now [y/n] since you seem so eager to tell everyone your hero name, why dont you come up here and enlighten everyone else." 

"Uhhhh...shit." 

Bakugo smirked and you reluctantly walked up to the front, white board in hand. Groaning you showed them your idea of a decent hero name. The Gamer (Im pretty sure this is a webtoon but I dont care. lul)

"Gamer? Isn't your quirk Wind?" 

"I thought it was super strength?"

You were insanely nervous, "You are both right...I do still have one quirk but the thing is, it has multiple abilities."

"Multiple abilities?!"

"So weird"

"Interesting" 

You shuffled your feet, "it has the basics of a game too, I have stats, quests, and I even get viruses."

"Viruses?" The class said together. 

"Uhhh Y-yes...when I- almost killed all of you, All for one released a virus into my body," its like he knew my quirk. "I didnt mean too. Im sorry!" You bowed low. 

Calm Mind skill Activated

At least you wouldn't be crying in front of them.

"Why are you bowing Dumbass, its not like you did anything wrong." Bakugo said calmly. 

"I didn't? But you sai-" 

"And I said sorry! I shouldnt have assumed that you tried to kill us of your own free will"

"Oh."

"Listen [y/n] it wasn't your fault, so dont worry about it!" Kirishima said.

You slightly smiled, "thanks..." you left the podium, you didnt want to be up there anymore. Its almost weird, why would he target me....

Everyone then continued on with the day, while you were lost in your thoughts. 

Forced Quest 
Win challenge
Completion of quest 
      >100000exp
      >Cure All
Incompletion of Quest 
      >Death

Win challenge? Thats vague I have no idea whats that supposed to mea-

"Now that we have you Hero names picked out its time to get ready for the Ua Festival." 

Thats unfortunate...guess Im dying young.

For the next few weeks you all prepared for the festival.


                —————————————

"ALL RIGHT EVERYONES ARE YOU READYYYY?!!" 

*Silence~* 

"Ill take that as a yes! First things first, welcome to the UA FESTIVAAAL! Are first challenge for today is a Parkour race!"

RACE!? ANOTHER ONE?!!! I better say my vows now, you thought as your class stood in their assigned group. 

"Unfortunately [y/n] [l/n] has been removed from the competition due to classified reasons."

"WHAAAAT?! NO I CAN-"

You could tell the blood draining from your face. I have to participate in this.

"Sorry [y/n]" Midnight said as she touched your shoulder. leading you towards the exit. 

"I have to participate." 

"Principle Nezu says you can't, you are way more powerful than you think, if you get another Virus we might not be able to stop you." 

"I have too! If I dont ill di-" 

"No. Stop fighting me on this, you are not participating."

This cant be the end...what will everyone else think? Why are they so worried that I might get another virus? If I don't do the quest...ill die.
But if I dont participate will it actually count it?

You didn't know, it was your own quirk yet every second it was trying to kill you. I should have said good bye to everyone, bet they'll be surprised to find me dead.

Midnight stopped and opened up a room, you saw principal Nezu watching giant monitors before seeing you and smiling. 

"Sorry, you must be disappointed...Don't worry though ill let you in the pvp challenge."

"Why can't I participate in this challenge?"

"Like I said your quirk is way too powerful even if you've got a somewhat low stamina you could probably win in seconds. This festival is for students to get picked by heros so you would just take all their chances."

"Oh" so does this mean that the real challenge is the pvp contest? So you wont be dying just yet? Unless you actually get beaten by whoever you go against. 

"Although thats not quite what I called you here, I want you to help with some of the challenges. You are going to be an obstacle" 

               ———————————

"THE FIRST ROUND IS AN OBSTACLE COURSE! Its a free for all so first one to cross the finish line wins!" 

You were waiting at the end of the course, the instructions were easy, all you have to do it make sure that they dont get past. Simple enough. 

Maybe you shouldn't underestimate them...you were going up against everyone. Even scarier Bakugo and Todoroki, they were insanely strong. 

You gulped as present mic started up the course, you could see in the far distance the race already beginning, ice shot up and explosions were going off non stop. 

"Who's that girl?!"

"Is she an obstacle?"

Most of the students had finally reached the mine field, now it was your turn, using your wind you pushed them all back. 

Bakugo who was in the air went flying backwards, face planting into the ground. Todoroki used his ice to block and Midoriya hid behind his metal board. So these three will be the real problems. 

"[y/n]!?" They all said in unison. 

You almost started laughing when you saw Bakugos shocked and pissed off reaction to being thrown back. Lifting up your arm you sent another gust, this time it was much stronger. "Surprise Bitches."

                   ——————————
Sorry for being a lazy ass and not writing. Ive been feeling really sick and I totally had an allergic reaction to the fucking sun because my body thinks that VITAMIN D is bad. Lul. 

Anyway im back in business and ill start getting back on track. See ya later Peasants!

Word count 1142

*During Lunch*
As Sara sat beside Jacob everybody were shocked especially Lisa.
"Umm, Sara finish your food quickly, I need your help with the experiment. You know that we have to perform it next week on Tuesday, right?" Lisa said.
"Oh right, I almost forgot about it. Just give me 15mins help him with this section, and then we'll leave." Sara replied.
Lisa and Andrew were shocked by Sara's reply.
As the two girls left the canteen, Sara kept speaking of the experiment but Lisa kept quiet.
"What happened? Why are you not talking?" Sara asked.
"Sara how can I talk? Today you sat next to Jacob, You both came together to the Canteen, since yesterday evening you didn't call me nor you informed me what happened yesterday. You seem quite comfortable with him. Now you say WHAT DID I MISS?" Lisa said.
Sara told Lisa about everything what happened yesterday. Lisa was shocked, she couldn't believe her ears, yesterday the girl who was trying to avoid and ignore Jacob was now waiting for the time to pass so that she could go and talk to Jacob and work on their project.
After Sara's lectures she went to the Library. She saw that the Canvas painting students were observing the Greenhouse. She saw Jacob and as she was going to walk towards him she saw that a girl was talking to him and holding his hands, and Jacob was also looking very comfortable with her.
As Jacob saw Sara he left that girl and walked towards Sara.
"Hey, sorry for being late we have a project for Creative classes. Have you got your project topic?" Jacob asked
"Hi. Umm, that girl she looks good with you is she your girlfriend?" Sara asked. She was a little nervous but she didn't know why.
"No, she is my classmate, she wanted my help with the proportions, and her drawings of buildings are not proportional and look very bad." Jacob explained.
Sara didn't say anything but entered the library. After they both finished jotting down the points, "Since we have finished jotting down the points we can finish writing them by next Monday. Right?" Sara asked. "Sure."Jacob answered. 
Sara didn't feel like talking to Jacob so she left immediately, as she was walking towards the dorm, she noticed that she forgot to bring her notebook in which she had written the notes. As she ran towards the Library someone called her name when she saw, to her relief it was Jacob he was holding her book. "Thank you so much Jacob." Sara thanked him.
   

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