Close to the end of school, Dopey Guo came up to Wang Ling and placed two bags of high-quality dog food on his desk. The bags with the three big words "Soul Servant Shop" on it didn't state a manufacturer, and only gave the date of manufacture and the expiry date.
This dog food had been produced by Dopey Guo's family. Wang Ling glanced at the date of manufacture and saw that it was yesterday — asking a pet shop to customize food for soul pets was actually quite a commonplace practice. With regard to Classmate Dopey Guo, Wang Ling concluded that apart from his performance in his studies, Little Student Guo was nonetheless a faithful and reliable person. 
"I missed Loopy Toad a lot these two days without it around." As Dopey Guo spoke, he pushed up his glasses out of habit. "These two bags of dog food were tailor-made for it. If it's not enough, come look for me to get more. Oh, by the way, the flavor is labeled in the bottom left corner of the bag."
Hearing Dopey Guo's words, Wang Ling immediately shifted his gaze for a look.
In the bottom left corner of the white bag of dog food were the striking words "New Orleans Fly Flavor"…
...
When Wang Ling returned home, he found Father Wang smoking on the sofa. It had already been a full twenty-four hours since they had discovered the true identity of the old man's first love. It was clear that until now, Father Wang still hadn't come back to his senses from such a shocking fact.
The most troublesome part in this matter was that it was purely the old man's one-sided love, so Wang Ling couldn't find an opportunity or excuse at all to get Teacher Pan to come out. The crucial point was that she was his teacher-in-charge. Even he thought that this was an impossible mission, and he had no idea where to start…
Father Wang looked blankly at the old man, forever bustling around busily in the kitchen with Mother Wang, and heaved a deep sigh. "Ling Ling, about your grandfather's matter, try and think of something else. By the way… just now, your school sent a message to the group chat. There's a parent-teacher conference next Monday evening at six. Did you know about this?"
Wang Ling frowned; he had heard Teacher Pan mention it before in class, but hadn't expected it to be held so soon.
Next Monday…
Was the first dark Monday since the start of school about to happen?
Wang Ling grumbled in his heart.
For a child growing up, the parent-teacher conference was a vital part of education. Through direct interaction with class teachers, parents could readily learn from them how to make roast meat with bamboo shoots[1] taste better.
Of course, compared with other people, Wang Ling had never dreaded the superficial show that was the parent-teacher conference.
First, his grades were very unremarkable and right down the middle as required by Father and Mother Wang. That was why in past parent-teacher conferences, Wang Ling had almost never received any specific sort of evaluation from his teachers. 
Second, even if there were teachers who did single him out for criticism, Father and Mother Wang were powerless to do anything about it. Because… they couldn't physically punish him for the sake of his education. Shadow Stream's Red Ribbon killer, team leader Xu Ying, was a very good example why…
The last thing was… actually, Wang Ling could count on his fingers the number of times that Father and Mother Wang had attended a parent-teacher conference, since most of the time, they found someone else to replace them.
As expected, Wang Ling hadn't said anything before Father Wang picked up the newspaper on the coffee table and pushed up his glasses. "I've been very busy with my new book recently, so I have to stay home to type. Your Uncle Song has already been rushing me for my manuscript. Your mom has to take care of your grandfather, so she probably isn't free to go. So for the parent-teacher conference, just ask your friends to replace us as usual."
Wang Ling: "…"
...
It wasn't time for the Wang family to eat yet, so Wang Ling returned to his bedroom feeling a little vexed. As soon as he entered, he saw Loopy Toad lying on the ground with a pen in its claws as it scrawled something in its diary. 
After Loopy Toad's spirit had been forced to take the form of a dog, it had gone from resisting and abandoning itself to despair in the beginning to now gradually accepting reality, which was definitely a U-turn in its attitude. Obviously, this guy had already started to adapt to human life. 
It was extremely inconvenient to hold a pen with claws. Even if Loopy Toad had used spirit energy to help unblock its veins and make its claws more flexible, it was still restricted by its physiology. It had wanted to practice writing in its diary at first, but after some consideration, it decided to start with simple drawings in order to improve its proficiency in using a pen. 
Loopy Toad had been practicing since the afternoon, and the trash can overflowed with unfinished drafts. 
Wang Ling looked at the final drawing that had cost Loopy Toad several painstaking hours of practice; although the lines still weren't smooth and the whole picture still looked like a crude mosaic, from the composition of two circles and several triangles, Wang Ling could make out that what it had drawn was probably a sparrow.
For a dog that could draw, this already wasn't a simple thing…
Rubbing Loopy Toad's head, Wang Ling thought it simply was a waste of talent for this guy to not perform in the circus.
Loopy Toad: "…" This picture is clearly a f**king parrot! That dumbass f**king bird Dopey that bullies me every day!
Wang Ling: "…" Parrot, your ass! She bullies you every day but you still drew her. So it turns out you're a masochist!
A person and a dog stared for a long time at this abstract portrait of a bird. Wang Ling already had no words to describe this drawing style…
At this moment, he felt a slight vibration from his electronic wristwatch; surprisingly, someone had sent him a message at this time of day.
Only a few people had Wang Ling's number, so he opened the message suspiciously. There were only a few short words in the message: "Brother Ling, contact me on QQ!"
Without needing to check the number, he just looked at the ID and knew who had sent him this message… it was definitely Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
After he logged onto QQ, a chat window from Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal instantly popped up. "Brother Ling, I heard from the comrades in the group that you were looking for me? I'm really sorry. In order to help my junior brother, I went off to do something. That brother of mine had a lab that was destroyed by some bastard and I was actually going to talk it over with you. Shall we help my junior brother out by pulling that bastard out and beating him up?"
"…" Wang Ling sent an ellipsis to confirm his existence.
And then, looking at this string of text, he sunk into a long silence…
Obviously, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was already used to this "Brother Ling" and his reticent manner. "About teaching this bastard a lesson, let's discuss it later. By the way, why was Brother Ling looking for me?"
After a short silence, Wang Ling selected the "stone ghost mask" photo in his photo gallery and sent it.
He then typed out a message which he sent with the photo. "This mask, have you seen it before?"
[1] This is obviously a food dish, but also a metaphor for spanking someone with a bamboo clapper board.


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

On Feb 8, in the early hours of the morning, the internet was abuzz.
The three big entertainment companies had mobilized all their stars to campaign for votes. Polar Light, being the only successful virtual idol that Silver Wing Media had produced, received the full backing of the entire company.
Regardless of whether they were fresh newcomers or A-listers who had finally made it to the top, they all chipped in to campaign for votes. In all the years of Yanzhou’s history, this was the first time on the virtual idol stage that all three big entertainment companies were having a public competition.
However, there was a different group of people who were paying close attention to the new song releases at 8 a.m.
At over 160 years old, Xue Jing did not follow his usual routine of heading to the garden downstairs for his morning stroll. Instead, he sat in his study and turned on his audio and projection systems as he waited for 8 a.m to arrive.
On his table was a paper notebook and a pen. He wanted to jot down his thoughts and analysis moments after he finished listening to the fourth movement. Compared to electronic recording methods, Xue Jing was more inclined toward manual records, as they had more feeling.
Beside the table was a pile of books. Some were a compilation of Xue Jing’s teaching materials, and some were books written by other people that he used as reference. Many people of the same profession felt that Xue Jing's mission to compile analysis and production guides for symphonic musical compositions was an unwise decision. This genre was too arrogant and unpopular. Talented people in this field tended to conceal themselves. Publicly writing them out would not amount to much, as they were viewed as specious nonsense. From past textbooks of symphonic music, some people who purchased the books would give a poor review after flipping through and whoever compiled it would get a scolding. It was simply an arduous and unrewarding task.
Yet every time Xue Jing heard this sort of talk, he would only smile. When people asked for names of other contributing composers, Xue Jing would only smile but not reply.
As Xue Jing analyzed the three movements of the "Period of Destruction" series, the deeper he delved, the more apprehension and admiration he felt. He admired Fang Zhao’s drive and ability and was astonished at his audacity and progress. In the three movements, many times there were unfashionable methods that had been neglected for years, but in those three movements, they perfectly fit in the movement and expressed the artistic concept.
"Just one more left," Xue Jing muttered.
Actually, after hearing the first two movements, one could understand the intention and purpose of the creator. The third movement’s theme was war and the fourth movement should be a conclusion.
At the stroke of eight, Xue Jing turned on his audio visual platform and adjusted his equipment, and the music video appeared clearly before him.
The image displayed a somber scene at the crack of dawn. Continuing at the end of the third movement, the comprehensive fighting continued. However, the scene was not as bleak and gloomy. The essence of the music was not as urgent and restrictive as before.
At the beginning of the fourth movement, an alternating rhythm appeared. Differing by a semitone, the two tones were the opposite: one dark and gloomy, one bright and upbeat. The sounds of a treble violin and double bass as different as heaven and earth created a vastness and made the imagery of the music distinct. The short brief notes portrayed the fierce wind at daybreak that chilled one to the bone. Every strand of hair on the body felt as it was feeling the flow of air. The tremor of a cello added to the emphasis as the killer intent emitted from this battle to survive made one shiver.
The bodies of tree men who were on an all-out attack were splattered with mud. Every branch seemed to be oozing thick blood and killing intent as they carried their valiant selves forward in a reckless fashion, attacking every savage beast within their sights. These beasts that plundered their place in the world!
A trombone and a woodwind score combined together alongside some muted whistles from a trumpet. The originally stiff tone became rough and bleak as the savage beasts became timid, cowering under the relentless counter attacks of the tree men. The brutal beasts that were unparalleled in slaughter became weak and exhausted as the cold wind of the morning screamed through and they trembled in fear.
Unlike before, the strength of the woodwind tones was gradually accumulating.
In the image, the tree men were pushing on as the sinister-looking beasts were put on the back foot and forced to retreat. In the midst of a rough-sounding brass whistle, the eerie and vicious beasts reached their final struggle, snarling and snapping, appearing fierce while they were actually cowardly at heart.
A fist enveloped by a biting-cold killing intent locked on to the front beast’s heart area. Like a pike that had been grinded sharp, it pierced through without the slightest hesitation.
The savage beast that had just been attacked flew through the air in an arc and landed in a nearby lake. The surface of the lake split apart as the beast landed in it, struggling for two seconds before sinking.
On the surface of the lake, there were also some broken tree branches, scattered about messily.
The figure took a look at the lake.
A powerful string symphony started, carrying a sorrow that had been held for so long. Yet at the same time, the unceasing string symphony also brought a sense of tenacity and unyielding spirit.
Compared to brass and percussion, string had a sort of gentleness, but it was not invariably gentle. Amidst the gentleness, it could be firm. The sorrow was no longer derived from them being weak but had transformed into a firm and explosive form.
The figure in the image turned around and began running toward the hilltop facing him. As the figure ran up the hill, sparse wild grass swayed in the wind brought about by the figure’s footsteps.
Beast after beast was beaten and stomped on.
The coordination between the tree men was seamless. This was the result of an understanding borne by countless fights to the death.
Step by step, they moved forward. Step by step, they climbed higher.
When the figure finally reached the summit, in the midst of the combination between trombone and woodwind scores, the woodwind tones that had been gradually accumulating eventually exploded.
The woodwind score separated by three octaves played, assembling a vast tone, describing the view from the summit of the hill: wide and extensive.
The battlefield at the bottom was littered with corpses of both beasts and trees. Compared to the start, most of the silhouettes moving about on the ground were not the plundering beasts but the tree man’s fellow comrades.
Everywhere, in all directions, were the brave figures of comrades in combat.
A bugle call signaled the harmony in full swing. The reverberating sounds signified that this war was finally reaching its epilogue. The drumbeats were no longer that urgent, now raising one’s spirit. The beating of the timpani that people of the New Era were familiar with was the foundation. A more primitive drumbeat combined. This was music from a different time and space fusing magically and perfectly.
It seemed as if they had survived through an endless winter without any sunshine. When the figure on the summit raised his head, he watched as the clouds slowly parted and the golden beam of sunlight shone down from the heavens. The pair of bloodied fists that had just slayed countless beasts began to tremble nonstop. In his eyes, it was clear that he was moved after enduring silently for so long. His eyes were brimming with tears.
The sunlight seemingly brought about a scorching warmness as it melted away all the coldness in them brought about by the war and touched the most gentle parts of their hearts.
They had last seen this sort of sunlight a long time ago. It represented warmth and hope.
They had been a group of ordinary creatures who had endured suffering on the land they stood on. They had experienced unimaginable hardships and despair.
In their most dire of straits, they had made a stand in the frigid land and won themselves freedom and a new life, but what they wanted to win... was a world!
The turbulent feelings erupted as a rallying cry came from the summit of the hill. The majestic music matched up with a resounding male voice seemingly bringing about immeasurable strength, as if rallying the entire world.
In the middle of the brass and string ensemble, an impassioned harmony signified the merriment of seeing the sunlight once again, celebrating this hard fought victory.
The drawing of the bow on a violin. As if the time had come for the world to recover and be reborn.
The once muddy water of the lake became clear as the dithering clouds in the sky reflected off it. Broken branches and remains that were floating on the lake had all but sunk in. The previously sparse ground beside the lake was now covered with an exuberant underbrush.
The tempo was vigorous and free from inhibitions as the drumbeats blended. Tree men both big and small ran around, stepping in the now lush grassland. There was no hint of urgency or tension, only joyous excitement.
"From today onward, those savage and bloodthirsty figures will never be seen again.
From today onward, they need not worry about being homeless and running for their lives.
From today onward, the world will become a new world!
So, is it possible to rest yet?
It is."
In the vigorous harmony, the woodwind impetus was powerful and expansive. The string score was continuously rising. The forceful drum beats beat down. Combined together, it seemed like it was foretelling the scene that was about to unfold.
The figure right at the front of the tree men stood up on a high slope, watching his idle and free comrades all around. Treading on the soft soil below, he let out a bright and relieved smile.
Under the warm sunlight, he relaxed and extended both arms, his fists finally spread apart. His arms became branches stretching out in all directions. His legs became roots, penetrating deep into the soil and taking root.
Seemingly reborn.
The tree men all around after finding a suitable place, spread out the fists and arms and took root. Under the sunlight, the bare branches sprouted out tender green leaves filled with the iridescence of life.
Some exotic humming of a man was accompanied by electronic music as a brand new, rich, and diverse world unfolded.
Sounds produced by different instruments of the string family played different roles. Like the departed spirits of those who had sacrificed themselves in the war were looking down from above on the new world. It also seemed like the quiet muttering of those who had never experienced this new life before and the complicated and excited voices of the tree men who had once again taken root.
The corpses from the war were covered by dust and newly grown vegetation. That catastrophic war had destroyed many lives, but at the same time, it fostered a newly awakened life.
The earth, full of opportunities, had freshness, yet it also had decay, but at least it was expanding in a proper direction.
From above, looking down on the boundless land, the whole world had once more become tranquil and peaceful, as if the catastrophic calamity had never befallen.
But beneath the peaceful appearance of this world were the tenacious souls who had survived this difficult time.
"What is eternal?
How long is an eternity?
No one knows.
If another calamity happens, they will rise up once anew.
Life goes on without stopping. War does not stop it."
In the image, the scene zoomed through the land that already had flourishing forests. In the places where sunlight did not reach, there was no haze nor gloom. Only a bright and mystical sky full of stars.
The harmony gradually quieted down. An elegant yet slightly rueful and distressed string score slowly became lighter. The deep and low male voice gradually dissipated in the midst of the strings.
Words appeared on the screen.
Lead character: Polar Light
Species: Longxiang Tianluo
Song Title: "100-Year Period of Destruction", Fourth Movement: "Eternal"
Producer: Fang Zhao
Production Team: Polar Light project team: Fang Zhao, Zu Wen, Song Miao, Pang Pusong, Zeng Huang, Wan Yue, Fu Yingtian, Stiller, Zhang Yu, Rodney.
A Silver Wing Media release.
…
Xue Jing stared at the list of names on the screen, sighing and shaking his head. Partly in disbelief and partly glad that he had found a gem.
"Fang Zhao, that little fellow!"
Rocking his head, Xue Jing picked up a pen and wrote this in his notebook:
"Polar Light, from an ordinary peaceful creature all the way till he led the colony to counter attack, was an epic journey. Every melody in the movement brought about an intense realism and was stunning. As if the creator had actually experienced it for himself."


"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.

The moment Tian Xing Jian set down his resolution, his line of thought seemingly became clear. Even though this type of thinking might be overwhelming and counter-intuitive and saying it out might just cause him to be mocked by the others, he wouldn’t have any more qualms after deciding to just risk it all.
I’m just an idiot originally, isn’t that right?
Tian Xing Jian walked towards the virtual map and picked up an electronic pen by the table before making a few markings on the map which took into consideration the entire Gyaca Woods Imperial Army’s offensive deployment. He then explained it to Bernadotte, “High-ranking officers, I’ve discovered that Russell has given us a sign via the Gyaca Woods Imperial Army’s offensive appearance—it’s a Peirce’s Sign. I’m not sure if this is coincidental or not, but I wish to do my part to help the overall battle situation.”
Several high-ranking officers surrounded the virtual map before looking at each other in dismay; they had not touched the Peirce’s Sign for a long period of time and this complex sign wasn’t something anyone could understand in just a single look.
Fatty closed his eyes, thinking that this was going to be truly embarrassing. Why had his impulse made him speak of this simple and almost impossible way of thinking? Unless… was he behaving just like the past, forever using public sensationalism to attract her attention?
The meeting room suddenly became really quiet as the high-ranking officers looked at this sign in puzzlement. Just then, a clear voice sounded out to explain the meaning behind the sign. It was An Lei. She explained, “This is a double-chain sign and is symmetrical regardless where you look. The meaning behind this pictorial message is: Kill me; otherwise, you die.”
Hearing An Lei’s voice, Fatty could no longer control his own eyes as he widened them towards her. She stood there quietly, as slender and as elegant like a lotus. That perfect face still contained remnants of the pretty little girl ten years ago. Her white skin and soft, silky long hair were forever so clean, so clear, just like a honey peach that was full of sweetness. Wherever she goes, she would always be the center of attention of the men. This is a natural, sweet-tempered beauty, a goddess among women.
Seeing Tian Xing Jian cast his sight on her, An Lei’s heart burst out with some strange feelings as she slightly turned away. She would never have thought that she would meet this person at this place… this fool. In her impression of him, this chap should forever remain in the capital planet, living a life of wealth and peace. Becoming a soldier and participating in battle was something that was totally incompatible with his personality.
Several high-ranking officers looked pensive after hearing that, yet sounds of ridicule could not be avoided. This was the director of the 4th Research Unit, Colonel Kadur. He spoke out impatiently, “Sending this Peirce’s Sign during a war? First Lieutenant Tian, don’t you think that your imagination might just be too excessive? This situation is merely just a coincidence.”
The majority of the research unit director had seemingly agreed with this explanation; this sign could be entirely ignored.
Tian Xing Jian shook his head: “Whether it is coincidental or not, what I know is that if this sign is genuine, then all your questions would be solved.”
“Oh?” Bernadotte became interested. Signaling for Tian Xing Jian to sit down, he asked, “You don’t have to worry. Just share with us your opinion behind this.”
Fatty was originally the paragon of gangsterism. Since he decided to stake it all, after hearing the encouragement from Bernadotte, he decided to be blunt, “It’s fine for me to share my opinion, though I still truly do not know what Russell’s intention is. I’ll just assume that this sign is genuine before making my argument from it.”
Bernadotte and the other high-ranking officers exchanged a look before he waved his hand: “You don’t need to care about Russell’s intention. Just tell us your analysis of this battle situation!”
Tian Xing Jian nodded. Using his hand to spin the electronic pen in his hand, he contemplated while calming himself down as much. Using a light tone, he then said, “The current situation is really obvious. According to the deduction from our army’s casualty rate, it is impossible for just a single Myth Legion to be the main driving military force causing this. The Myth Legion might be formidable, but they are ultimately soldiers. I’ve exchanged fights with them before. In terms of direct battles and direct offenses, the more formidable the Battle Mecha pilot, the more wasteful it is to send them. Their strengths can not be displayed in a direct battle. That is also the reason why, to date, they have not deployed more than a single regiment from the Myth Legion at the same time.”
Seeing the several high-ranking officers and especially An Lei, who were listening closely, Fatty’s easily satisfied vanity acted as a huge confidence boost, making his line of thought even clearer. He continued, “And before this, our army’s outer space fleets have obtained absolute dominance over the space region of Miracolo Planet. Under this situation, Gyaca Woods Empire could not have a single opportunity to deploy troops from other areas to reinforce their army at Miracolo Planet. If that’s the case, Russell only has a single method to solve this—they must utilize all of their military strength on Miracolo Planet for their offense.”
“He created magic trick…” Fatty said as he stood up, pointing to the virtual combat map. At this moment, everyone in the meeting room had been absorbed into his analysis. After all, this first lieutenant was not spouting some nonsense; his analysis was very clear and logical, and there were no holes in his logic.
“This magic trick is something which I only saw through moments ago. This is a type of ring toss magic [1]. There is only a single trick behind using this magic, and that is the wheel with an opening held by the magician. The other wheels and chain rings are merely stage props, and in the current battle situation, that opening is the sudden explosion of military strength!”
Tian Xing Jian pointed to the Garo Mountain region on the virtual map: “Without this opening, the magic trick could not be performed. Similarly, once the magician revealed this wheel that has an opening, then the magic performance will be broken through! This opening in Russell’s hand will form right over here!”
Everyone looked towards the location pointed by Fatty’s electronic pen; this was the Imperial Army’s counterattack line, and at the same time, it was also the line of retreat for all the Federation troops to leave the region of many hundreds of kilometers in range.
Tian Xing Jian used a tone of absolute certainty: “Firstly, the Imperial troops that retreated from the various cities did not completely return. Instead, they are assembling in the line opposite from Cato. The reason behind this deceit is because Russell wants to maintain the offensive pressure on all the surrounded cities. From the intelligence reports, several days before the battle at Garo Mountain, the assaults suffered by all the cities were not heavy at all. This sort of assault ensures that the soldiers defending in the cities would be too tired from running all around, much less to have the energy to make any sort of judgment regarding the decrease in enemy forces. However, what we analyzed from the data collected is how the enemies have utilized this situation as they assaulted cities without any loss in their military strength!”
There were some disturbances happening in the meeting room. Everyone was discussing the reliability of this analysis. Several less patient high-ranking officers had immediately started reading through the battle situation intelligence report from the various cities and their casualty rates.
Without caring about their discussions, Tian Xing Jian continued, “Right now, we have been confused by Russell’s performance and have turned all our attention to Garo Mountain while calculating if we should redeploy our troops or not. In reality, we have already fallen into a passive situation. Whether we move the troops or not, the enemy has enough strength to ensure the same outcome arising from them!”

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[1] This kind of magic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XTyDmu0TDo


In times of war…

What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? 

How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? 

What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy?

And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move?

For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? 

This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.

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Releasing: Mon, Wed, Fri, and Weekend

I was sitting at a desk in a classroom full of kids ready to take the test. The teacher comes up to me because he sees me drawing on my notebook for the math test. I thought he was going to tell me to stop drawing but instead he gives me this pen.
"Billie this pen will NEVER run out of ink," Mr. Bond said with a smile.
"Bet!" I said and grabbed the pen and started drawing a person and he walked away.
I'm finished my drawing and  the fire alarm goes off. And I look at my drawing and it starts blinking and comes out of the notebook as a real person.
The whole class was out of the classroom; they were out of the room so they didn't notice but I don't see Mr. Bond...
I get out of the classroom.
Then Mr. Bond stops me from going off with rest of the class and says, "Find the person with the magical panda ring."
"Okay!?" I said; that was weird I thought.
Then we went off with the class.
"Pal," I heard a voice say.
Then I turned around and saw a boy and a girl chasing a panda. The boy put his arm out and made a fist.
"Panda go back in the ring," He said.
And the panda glowed and went in the ring.
Then they looked at me in shook.
"Did you see that?" She said.
"I'm not blink," I answered.
I put a piece of notebook paper on the ground and drew a sword then it came out of the paper. He looked at me with shook.
"It a magical pen?!" He asked.
"Yep and I've been asked to find you," I said pointing the sword at Calvin.
"Why?" They asked.
"I don't know but Mr. Bond told me to find a person with a panda ring and here you are," I said.
"Okay so what do we do now?" He asked.
"I'm just as uniform as you are," I said.
"Well at least I got to skip math," She said.
"Calvin and Alex right don't you two sit two rows in front of me?" I asked.
"Yeah," We answered.
"Oh your the teacher pets," I said.
They gave me a cold look.
"Well it's true," I said.
Then we hear footsteps and I get nervous and my sword disappears into thin air. A teacher came up to us and said, "What are three still doing in here get outside." She rushed us outside. We saw the other side of the school is in flames. People started panicking as the fire trucks come..

"Hello panda!" Said Nuo Nuo seriously.

With two big black eyes, Lu Mingfei rushed into the library on the second floor of the classroom. What came into his eyes was a pair of long legs in jeans, dangling around the table, and a pair of familiar purple and gold Mary Jane shoes. Nuo Nuo sat on the table, pointing at his nose.

Lu Mingfei did not expect Nuo Nuo will take the initiative to talk to people, he was over excited, "Sorry, yesterday I blew up your boyfriend somehow."

Someone in the classroom hissed immediately, and Lu Mingfei just mentioned what he just said was really suck.

"Why did you blow up him and say sorry to me?" Nuo Nuo shrugged. "Go to your seat. It's going to start. The invigilator was Professor Manstein of the disciplinary committee, and I'll take the papers."

Professor Manstein flashed out from the side, glanced coldly at Lu Mingfei and moved to his watch, "All of you are here. Now I'll tell you the examination disciplines!"

"Cheating is absolutely forbidden, violators will be disqualified! Don't try to peek at others' papers, the camera covers the whole classroom, there is no dead corner! Don't try to carry electronic communication devices, radio waves are also monitored in the classroom! I know you're all geniuses, but I can tell you that people who are even more talented than you have taken tests in this classroom, and every cheating method you can think of now has been tried..." Professor Manstein's cadence was commanding.

Everyone has a name card in front of the seat, Lu Mingfei's name card is "Ricardo. M. Lu".

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment and realized that this was his official English name. He looked up and saw Nuo Nuo staring out the window with her arms around chest. Lu Mingfei thinks those cards were set by Nuo Nuo, she is the first person to call him "Ricardo" in the world, she made it casually. This is a very capricious girl, she called him Ricardo, she'll keep calling him like that.

He also looked sideways out of the window and suddenly realized that it was a fine day. The rising sun rose above the clouds and spread itself flat against them, casting shadows on the walnut desks and tinting the room with a light blush.

Lu Mingfei heart slightly stirred, maybe the good weather dispelled his bad mood, maybe it's the first time he had his own formal English name.

"Then... Ricardo." He said to himself.

It was his first official day at Cassel, and it looked like a good sign. He bared his teeth as he suddenly felt that he could still figure it out.

Remembering how little he knew of the new students, he craned his neck to look around. The students come from all over the world, with different skin tones, different face shapes and the uniform of Cassel college. There were a few beautiful girls and they looked good.

"My name is Kieran, President of the Freshman Fraternity. Nice to meet you, Lu Mingfei. Our 'S', can you sign for me?" The boy at his right side turned to shake his hand. He looks like an Indian with a handsome face, dark curly hair and black and white eyes, like a Bollywood movie star.

"Me?" Lu Mingfei was asked for the first time personal signature, he cannot help but feel some proud and shy, "My handwriting sucks."

Kieran handed a pen and a notebook to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei can't resist it and left his own ghost-like handwriting on it.

"I would like to invite you to join the freshman fraternity and we... "

"Well, gentlemen, this is no time for society. If you don't pass the 3E, you won't need to develop a network at this school." Professor Manstein interrupted. "Before you start, please turn off your cell phone and put it on the corner of the table with your student id."

All kinds of shutdown noise throughout the classroom, only Lu Mingfei had nothing to do. In his eighteen years of life, he only briefly had an N96. He looked at other people's mobile phones, feeling ashamed and thinking that if he could pass the exam, he should draw some money from his scholarship to buy a mobile phone for himself. Then he saw a nearly transparent hand stretched out in front of him, pushing an expensive Vertu phone to the table.

For the first time, Lu Mingfei saw this handmade top mobile phone, which worth at least tens of thousands of yuan. He wanted to see a few more eyes, but his sight was dragged by the owner of the phone.

It was a small girl sitting in a corner back to him, her skin was white and cold. After taking off her school uniform, she wore a low-necked white T-shirt, and her blond hair, which was so pale that it was almost pure white, was braided and tied up in a bun on the top of her head, revealing the long neck. She looks like an ice sculpture.

Lu Mingfei's heart jumped and having the feeling that he had seen this girl somewhere. But he knew he could never know a girl like this. He had seen only a handful of blondes before he was eighteen.

The black curtain walls were silently moved from the mezzanine of the carved wooden windows, and all the windows were closed. The room lights went on, Nuo Nuo walked down the space handing out A4 test papers and a sharpened pencil to each freshman.

The examination paper was blank.

There were gasps. The blank paper surprised everyone and someone raised his hand.

"No doubt, there was nothing wrong with the paper. I'll be outside the classroom if I have any questions. Discussions are not forbidden, as long as you do not copy others' answers." Professor Manstein said. "Good luck." 

Professor Manstein and Nuo Nuo left the classroom. As the door closed, the students looked left and right, whispering, like ants on a hot pan. They can't copy other people's answers. They don't even have questions. Where does the answer come from?

At this point, the system started playing a rock song, Michael Jackson's Beat it.

The students looked at each other, and they were all silly.

There was only one exception, Lu Mingfei. He had known what happened.

"They'll cover up the dragon language with strong music. You have to concentrate and listen carefully to one of the sub-melodies in the bass area, which is the dragon mantra. Others will have the resonance of the 'spiritual vision' effect, there will be abnormal performance. Do not panic, it's ok if there's no resonate or no vision. After listening, draw my answers." Fingel's words have now comes true.

Lu Mingfei quietly rolled up his sleeve with a row of eight small painting drawing by the ballpoint pen. These were the answers to eight questions, and the abstract pictures were so difficult to remember that he had to make small strips. The original solution to the high-tech invigilators worked best: he could fake a scratch, cover his arms with his body to hide from the cameras, and destroy evidence quickly by spitting into the palm of his hand. Lu Mingfei learned this trick from Su Xiaoqiang. She copied the paper on her own thigh, and then went to the exam in a short skirt. The teacher knew where the evidence was, but he didn't have the guts to expose it.

He straightened up his quivering ears, and sure enough he heard under Michael Jackson's high, bright voice, someone was singing something in a low voice. Like a curse, like a chant.

"Speaking Spirit - Prophet." Hearing halfway, he understood and began to draw on white paper immediately.

"Truly a unique 'S' in the freshman class, your composure proves your ability once again." Kieran said beside him, "I don't have a clue. Maybe I won't be able to pass the 3E. In that case, I have something to ask you."

"No, no, I'm just drawing ducks." Lu Mingfei tried to hide, the answer to the first question is really like countless small duck together.

"I want you to lead the freshman fraternity." Kieran ignored his ducks.

"What?" Lu Mingfei didn't think it had anything to do with him.

"The Lionheart and the students' union are pulling people from the freshman class, but we freshmen shouldn't be separated. I always believe that we will bring a new feeling to this campus, but we lack a leader like Caesar or Chu Zihang, my ability is insufficient, but you can!" He said.

"Don't suddenly put out this facial expression ok? You make me feel that you are the dying Mufasa and I'm Rafiki, but I am just a passer-by!" Lu Mingfei waved, is there any relationship between him and the "new feeling"?

Kieran was silent for a moment. His pupils showed disappointment. Tears welled up in his eyes and flowed down silently.

Lu Mingfei was scared, "Dude don't cry, we can discuss it later... Although I also know Simba cried so animals helped him, but you can't just cry... I want to tell you that Rafiki lives next door to me and I'm really a mortal…"

"So... That's it." Kieran still shed tears, revealing a faint smile.

"You finally understand, that's good." Said Lu Mingfei.

Chillan wiped away his tears, his clear eyes show heavy, time - piercing sorrow. No longer talk with Lu Mingfei, he bent his head and sketched on white paper. His pen rustling, the contorted lines grew like a fast-growing forest. As he sobbed in a low voice, the pencil kept running, people who did not know him might think he was writing a suicide note.

"He didn't realize it, he just... entered the spiritual vision!" Lu Mingfei suddenly understood and looked around.

The students are no longer whispering to each other, the atmosphere in the classroom become weird. Some sit as if their whole family had died; some people are shuffling in the corridor with empty eyes, as if walking dead; a girl jumped onto the platform, drawing and writing on the whiteboard, but she didn't realize that she had run out of ink; another charming girl shouted hallelujah, her face was filled with joy. It was obvious that she had practiced and danced beautifully, but it was spooky that she was not dancing alone as if a non-existed man was holding her hand and dancing with her, and she threw her cutest laugh to that air.

The students danced with each other but didn't interrupt each other, which made Lu Mingfei sweating.

The world is mad, but not with him.

The only exception was the girl sculpted in ice. In the dance of demons, only she's quiet. She sat as bamboo, as normal as Lu Mingfei.

Strangely normal.

"According to the time, the resonance has emerged?" Yasushi Tomiyama grabbed the medical kit in his chest with serious written over his face, "I'm ready. If the shock is too severe, I can go in at any time."

"They should hold up. The quality of the students selected looks good," Professor Manstein said. "Oh, Nuo Nuo, I remember you were very calm when you had your 3E exam. It seems that spiritual vision is nothing new to you.

"Because my first vision occurred when I was very young, I got used to it when I took the 3E exam." Nuo Nuo said.

"What was the first scene?"

"My mother was lying in bed when a shadow came and took her soul away. She was dead." Nuo Nuo said.

"Oh? It's rare to see a vision that has such a strong sense of reality. What most people see is just a mess of lines and some indescribable faces." Professor Manstein was curious.

"Truer than you think, not only did I see someone take my mother's soul... And saw the man's face." Nuo Nuo whispered, leaning against the wall and looking sideways down the aisle.

"Concentrate, concentrate! Victory is at hand!" Lu Mingfei has finished seven questions.

As it turned out, Fingel is such a good profiteer that Cassel College really rearranged the exam questions from eight years ago.

Lu Mingfei has no idea how many questions did Kieran got, but he smiled tearfully and was very sad all the time. He talked about his painful family background to Lu Mingfei, about the fact that he was born in a slum in Queensland when his father was an alcoholic Indian doctor, and often beat and cursed him and his mother. Speaking of his poor grandmother in the back of the house to plant the pomegranate tree, and she died before the pomegranate tree grew ripe.

Lu Mingfei was annoyed by him, but the fraternity president had so many sincere feelings, let him not dare to interrupt.

When he finished the eighth question, he mumbled to Kieran and peeped at the girl. He was a little skeptical that there would be a second normal person in the room besides him, and that there would be a second "pseudo dragon" in the room?

A person sat on the desk behind the girl, looking at Lu Mingfei. That's a cute boy, dangling a pair of legs, wearing white small shoes, a small black suit, a white silk scarf with a pair of light gold pupils.

Why is he here? Lu Mingfei surprised, the ghost-like boy appeared again, how did he enter the examination room? Or was he actually hidden among the students?

The boy waved slowly to Lu Mingfei, with a faint, angelic smile. The afternoon sun shone behind him, and his long shadow fell on Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei felt that he had no way to refuse to choose, he pushed himself away from the desk and went to the boy step by step, finally holding the boy's hand. The boy jumped down from the desk, walking gently, leading the way to the window, like a man and a woman in a court dance. Lu Mingfei felt that he was taking the women's step, and the boy dominated the rhythm between them.

The boy landed lightly on the windowsill and sat with his legs dangling outside. Lu Mingfei sat down beside him doubtfully. He looked at the boy carefully by the light of the setting sun. Lu Mingfei had never seen any big boy like him. He's so beautiful, round face, with a kind of boyish between boys and girls. Every move of him is gentle, elegant as if he had never stepped on the dust. He leans on the window frame that filled green cane to overlook, and his golden pupils were coloured to pale-red, not as cold and severe as Chu Zihang's golden pupil.

The silence is unbearable to break, Cassel under the setting sun of looks like a painting.

"Hey, my name is Lu Mingfei." Lu Mingfei thought about it and decided to say hello.

"My name is Lu Mingze." The boy looked far away and said softly.

Lu MingFei thought he was joking, he knew Lu Mingze, cousin living with him in a room and entering the same high school. Had a lovely childhood, but now both his height and weight are 160 and having a face of acne at puberty. He cannot find a girlfriend in school, so he wrote a lot of desperate sad sentences to attract girls on the Internet. This boy looks not like Lu Mingze at all, not even one similarity.

"Sunset? Are you online?" The boy turned to look at Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was so surprised that he almost jumped. "Sunset " is his name in QQ, he used this ID to flirt with Lu Mingze. Every time Lu Mingze see he's online he will say this sentence: "Sunset? Are you online?"

A simple greeting, every time Lu Mingze typed this on the screen will let Lu Mingfei feel a very urgent expectation. The boy said the same word, but gave Lu Mingfei a completely different feeling, as if he knew you will come, there, at that moment.

"Who the hell are you?" Lu Mingfei's voice was a little trembled.

"It doesn't matter. This is your spiritual vision. Everyone's scene is different, but we all see the things we care the most in our hearts. You see me in your spiritual vision, which means I'm the one you care about the most," said the boy, who gave his name as Lu Mingze. "it's a great honour."

"Don't be funny, all the things in the spiritual vision are not... Messy lines? Look at you... Not even your hairs are messy!"

"This time you called me, ask yourself if you want to know why do you see me. Others are very sad, you are not sad?" Lu Mingze turned his head and glanced at the sad or happy people in the classroom. They sat on the windowsill like audiences in a surrealist stage play.

"Have no felling, if the true 'spiritual vision' will cause sad, why I'm not sad when I see you?" Said Lu Mingfei.

"They were really sad because they saw the deepest part of themselves. What was the deepest part of you?" Lu Mingze stretched out a finger and poked Lu Mingfei's chest.

"Deeper than heart... That goes to the stomach." Lu Mingfei couldn't help saying stupid things.

"Humans are stupid things, and so are you. The only difference between you and them is that you are deliberately trying to make yourself stupid." Lu Mingze said lightly, "You are not sad, because I am sad for you. Cruel, isn't it?"

He smiled at Lu Mingfei, smiling brightly in the sunshine.

"We... Is it an emotional discussion of love between two men? I'm sad for you... Your line is very romantic, don't you think?" Lu Mingfei felt goosebumps all over his body.

Lu Mingze pays no attention to him. He is watching the sunset in a daze silently, in the last light, two lines of tears across the boy's cheek.

Lu Mingfei felt his heart was suddenly pinched by a hand. For a moment he could feel the great sadness of the child, like a gush of cold water that was about to cover him. Not romance, not presence, the boy's grief was strong, fierce and overbearing.

"I hate it when you sit next to me now." Lu Mingze said, suddenly raised his legs to kick Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei lost his balance and fell off the windowsill. He found himself not sitting on the second-floor window of the library, but on the roof of an obelisk. Under is not the grassy grounds of Cassel College, but jagged stones that can only shatter him. He tried to grab at something with both hands, but he couldn't. All he could touch was air.

Above him, Lu Mingze stood silently on top of the obelisk, which pointed to heaven like a spear. Behind him was a huge sunset. He's waving goodbye to him with no expressionless on his beautiful face.

A moment seems to have lightning through Lu Mingfei's brain, a screen flashed ferociously... On a cold, rainy night, on a stone flower bed, raindrops fell from the leaves overhead. He and the boy, or his brother, Lu Mingze, sat in the dark, hugging each other.

"My god! I wouldn't like a man... "

(Note: This is a Chinese translate novel)

When Lu Mingfei was applying for a foreign university, he received an invitation letter from Cassel College, a private university in the outer suburbs of Chicago. Under the call of mystery, under the choice of love and dream, he resolutely chose the unknown future. Black helicopters flew across the sky, the gate of a strange country was slowly opened to him: The door of becoming a dragon slayer.

Another name for this novel is:
Dragon's Raja

I kept my face turned to the side, staring at the same spot as before. The corner of the window, where the frame met the beginning of the curtains.

"Is this good?" I asked, my eyes looking in Ed's direction.

"Yeah, good enough, I guess." The alchemist grumbled. I smiled, and instantly heard his voice again. "Yeah, stay like that!"

I held my confusion away from my face, continuing to keep the same smile. I hoped this wouldn't take him very long. I could hear his pen making small strokes against the paper. The sound was almost comforting...

Al giggled a little from his spot on the kitchen's bar stool. To my surprise, Ed ignored him, continuing to focus. I wish I could see his face, or respond to Al... I could only keep staring at this one side of the room, this corner of the window... The darkness visible from the window wasn't really helping. Memories started flashing, a tightness slowly constricting my chest. I tried to breathe, and soon enough the smile dropped from my face.

The movements of Ed's pen stopped.

"Something wrong?" he asked me softly.

I did the worst thing a model could do; I broke my position, looking down. "Um, yeah." I tried to smile at him. "Can we take a break for a few minutes? My neck is getting a little sore."

Ed nodded. "Sure."

I tried to smile again in response, the expression faltering almost immediately. "Sorry." I raised a hand to the back of my head, smiling at my own foolishness this time.

"Don't worry about it." Ed told me. He looked away, stare going to the coffee table between us. We were separated between the table lengthwise; him sitting on an arm chair and myself taking up a small part of the loveseat.

"There's a menu for room service." Ed continued, bringing my stare to the piece of paper on the table. "If you're hungry."

"Oh, no." The words were automatic, conflicting the ache in my stomach. "I couldn't intrude like that!" My stomach, however, had to speak for itself; it growled loudly, the sound spiraling down and leaving me embarrassed.

Ed just grinned. "Dinner's on me then!"

I looked up from my bowl of noodles, stare traveling to Al, who was still sitting by the kitchen.

"Aren't you going to have something to eat, Al?" I asked him. "There's so much food here..."

"Oh, no!" Al held up one of the hands that was in his lap. "I can't eat, actually! I'm doing some very intense Alchemy training. Fasting's part of it!"

I vaguely caught the alarm in Ed's face drop away. He turned back to the chicken thigh in his hand, ripping a part of it into his mouth. I looked back down to my ramen, pushing the noodles around with my chopsticks. I laughed for a moment, pinching the sticks together and apart. "These things sure are strange! I read this is a dish that came from Xing."

"Yeah," Ed replied, leaning back, "Somewhere from the East side."

"I've always been fascinated with that country." My sticks picked up a few noodles, holding them away from the broth they were in. "Always wanted to go."

I looked up from my bowl, noticing Ed giving me that smile again. The small one I couldn't read... He looked down, eyes closing for a moment as he tossed the now meatless chicken wing. The bone landed on top of all the other ones he had stripped bare.

"Let me know when you're done eating." he said, putting his head back and keeping his feet on the coffee table. He relaxed a bit deeper into the chair, getting comfortable. "I'll finish that drawing..."

I smiled, wanting to tell him that we didn't have to keep going. But the sketch was important to him, for whatever competitive reasons he had. I turned back to my noodles, guiding them through my lips as quietly as I could.

"Al? Adjust her hair, would you?"

"Right." Al stepped forward, guiding a strand until it fell over my shoulder, draping past my chest and curling in front of my stomach. My hair was mostly straight, until the very tips. Then they looped in nearly full circles. It used to drive me nuts, the look of it... I'd prefer to have my hair completely straight if I could; more manageable, less noticeable...

"Perfect." Ed responded, focusing on his drawing again. I felt my fatigue reach beneath my eyes. What time was it?

I forced the question away, keeping my eyes wide. Ed kept sketching, the strokes of his pen becoming a little bit longer. Drawing my hair now, probably. I was glad the pen was more or less the right color, if not a little midnight blue. My hair was more obsidian, but I guess I couldn't change the ink Ed was using now.

I smiled a little more to myself. When was the last time I had been this interested in art?

'Before he left.' The thought wiped the smile off my face. Ed noticed again. He called my name softly, a wave of concern inside that single word.

I picked my lips up again, moving them into that same smile. I was fine; no need to worry, Ed.

I felt his stare on me before his eyes dropped away. He kept sketching, and once again I fell into the comfort of the sound. I didn't focus much on the act of drawing itself, but more so of the fact that he was doing it. Drawing with his human hand; his left one. I couldn't help but think of his automail. Wondering how hard that must be for him. To lose a body part like that...

I kept myself inside my own head until I noticed the sound of the pen had stopped. I resisted the urge to turn and look, instead waiting until Ed's tired voice reached my ears.

"I think it's done..."

I moved my head, feeling the muscles in my neck protest. "You're finished?"

He nodded, still focusing on the sketchbook in his lap. He held the pen between two fingers near his face, expression focused. I recognized it well; he wasn't sure what to make of his own work.

Al got up from his spot near me, quickly walking over to look behind his brother's shoulder. The teen in the suit bent down, and I couldn't help but notice their differences in size and width. I mean, Ed wasn't exactly very short, but Al was just BIG. How could a younger brother be so much bigger?

"Wow..." Al's voice echoed from inside his suit. "Brother, it's..."

Ed placed the pen in between his teeth, scowling at the drawing. "Still not good enough!" he finished.

Al retracted his head back, surprised. "What're you saying? It's amazing!"

Ed shook his head, hand going towards the page as if he was going to rip it out. "I didn't capture her right—"

Al caught his wrist, his reply flustered. "No! It's perfect, what are you talking about?"

"What are YOU talking about?" Ed echoed back, irritated as he looked to his brother. "I totally got her face wrong!"

"It looks fine!" Al turned to me, calling my name. "This drawing looks great, right?"

I stood up, feeling my knees ache a little. My left one, especially, since it had been supporting the other leg crossed on top of it. Ed saw the light flash of discomfort in my face, a tinge of guilt reaching his mouth. Curving it down.

"I'm alright." I assured him with a smile. He didn't smile back, instead turning down to the drawing as I came to stand beside him.

Cautiously, his hand tilted, shifting enough so I could see his work. I stared, not even blinking. This surpassed even some of my best sketches when I was at my peak. The details, the shading, the proportions... He'd captured everything just right!

The portrait was suddenly turned away from me. Ed's hand had grabbed the base of the paper, and terror shrieked through me as he began tearing the page out. "Still not good enough."

"No, Ed!" I caught his hand with both of mine, feeling his body tense. "It's perfect! I couldn't even draw something this good."

Ed didn't respond. I looked behind myself, seeing him stare at the drawing. The focus that was in his eyes; that determination. Something in my stomach turned, an excited chill fluttering through.

His golden eyes flicked up, meeting my dark ones. His stare came back to the drawing every now and then, comparing real life to his art. After a few minutes, he shook his head.

"I still didn't capture it right."

Al and I both sighed. I shifted, sitting on the front edge of the arm chair. My legs remained crossed as I stretched them out, extending the muscles I had kept in pose for so long. My hands were still holding Ed's, and even though this made me a little embarrassed I kept them there. Anything to keep him from tearing up that drawing he had slaved over. That wasn't even a work of art; it was a work of pure talent.

"What were you looking to capture?" I asked him, but he just shook his head.

I squeezed his hand, gently making my hold a little firmer. "Please don't rip it up." I told him. "No artist likes their own art, trust me."

"Yeah." he tsked quietly, and I could sense the extra words in his head. Things he wasn't saying.

"You... You can keep trying..." I told him. "Until this whole thing is done. If you want to."

"I'm... Not sure I could capture it..." He looked back down at the drawing again, the pointer finger of his left hand between two previous pages.

"It wouldn't hurt to try again." I said, looking at him. "Just promise me you won't tear it up."

He nodded, the determination in his face again. "Promise." he replied quietly.

"Alright, good." I released my hands from his, the warmth leaving me. I stepped away from the armchair, legs still a little stiff as I walked away. My arms stretched as I spoke through my small yawn. "I'm gonna go get some sleep, okay?"

"Yeah." Ed responded.

I turned to him, giving a smile he wasn't looking up to see.

"Ed."

Almost like he was forcing himself to, he looked away from the drawing, eyes meeting mine. I smiled a little more, heat tinging my cheeks.

"That drawing's incredible. Don't doubt yourself."

I saw a similar shade of pink touch his own face. He didn't respond right away, blinking once before looking back to my sketchbook.

"Thanks." he got out, stuttering a little. "You're, um, you're a pretty good model."

I raised a hand to the back of my head and tried to evade the compliment with a smile. "Well with so many breaks, it was a surprise you finished at all!"

This time, Ed turned to me, a small smile on his face.

"Don't doubt yourself." he told me.

It was my turn to smile, the blush on my face deepening in color.

For a moment, it was palpable to all present that although Mo Jingshen didn't speak, his unfathomable eyes and the cold smile on his face showed that Ji Nuan was his woman. Anyone who dared to touch her would be his enemy. 
Seeing this, the leaders of the municipal government dared not say anything to Ji Nuan. One of them looked at Dane and asked, "Dane? Aren't you the signed designer of Shine Group? How can the MN Group's plan have anything to do with you?"
Dane said with a smile as he raised his hand in embarrassment and stroked his blond hair, "The stadium project is a cooperation between both companies. I have known CEO Ji since we were in Britain. Although Shine Group didn't participate in the planning this time, the two companies have a cooperative relationship, so the company sent me to make the plan together with the planning department of MN Group. There was no such design drawing in the original plan, but I was suddenly inspired and added such a design."
Standing beside Dane, Ji Nuan didn't speak. After all, she didn't expect such a change. She didn't know what Dane would do next, so she thought she'd better remain silent.
"Well… inspired?" The leader looked at the design drawing suspiciously. He didn't think it could have come from Dane in any way. 
"Could you please give me the drawing first?" Dane turned his eyes to Ji Nuan.
Ji Nuan handed him the drawing silently.
He took it and looked at it for a while. Standing nearest to him, she could tell from his eyes that it was the first time he had seen the drawing, but it only took him a few seconds before he smiled very calmly. "This is indeed my design, but it is only a temporary record of inspiration. It is not finished yet. Maybe a colleague in the planning department thought that I had finished the drawing, so he sent it directly to the constructor. Fortunately, my later design can be added to the initial model, which will not affect the project."
With that, Dane turned to Ji Nuan. "CEO Ji, do you have a pen?"
At every meeting, Ji Nuan would put a pen in her bag in case of need. She took the pen out and handed it to him.
"Thanks." Dane smiled at her, took the pen and made a few random strokes on the paper
As Ji Nuan looked on, Dane added a touch of ingenuity to what had looked like an ordinary, wide, cylindrical building. This was a building in a stadium, so it didn't need to be too grandiose. He just added a few simple strokes, but almost every stroke could play to make the finishing point, so that the seemingly redundant original building suddenly became no longer redundant, and its use had become very clever. Ji Nuan looked at the drawing in amazement. Even without Dane's explanation, she had already been marveled by the clever design.
Dane deserved to be an internationally famous designer. No wonder Shine Group chose to sign a contract with him.
There were many talents in this world, each with their own skill, but not many of them could be favored by Mo Jingshen. Ji Nuan could now see what Dane was capable of.
In less than five minutes, Dane had finished the drawing. The five minutes were neither long nor short. If it had not been for Mo Jingshen's presence, the leaders probably would not have had the patience to wait, but because of his presence, they waited quietly and no one spoke.
Dane flipped the drawing back on its head and showed the city leaders the new drawing. "This is my final design. This cylindrical object is just the base of an Olympic sculpture, on which I will invite an internationally renowned master sculptor I know to make a statue. There will be small waterspouts/water fountain on either side of the statue, and a circular indoor stadium pool will be added below, which will be right at the entrance to the stadium. There is a saying in China that when water comes, it's clear; when fire comes, it's bright. And it's believed in fengshui that water brings fortune. In a word, any design with a water element in this location is very good in terms of fengshui, and I was suddenly inspired by this idea. But the people in the planning department moved too fast. Fortunately, this design can be used as the base, which will not affect the other part of the project." 
"Although this design is very reasonable, it was suddenly added, and both the construction bureau and we haven't been informed, nor have you discussed with any other government department about it. You sent the drawings directly to the constructor without authorization, resulting in the diversion of time and energy which delayed the progress of the whole project. How do you explain that?" One of the leaders read the new design drawing and asked Ji Nuan, "CEO Ji, the MN Group has never acted so rashly. What happened this time?"
Ji Nuan stood still in the lounge, her fingers slightly tapping the bag in her hand. She looked calm and unruffled, a smile her face while her eyes were cold. "It is really our company's fault that we hired too many interns to the planning department this year, leading to some important work and communications jobs to be taken by interns. Fortunately, this drawing was made by Dane, who is a genius in design. His Midas touch-like design helps me make up for this mistake. However, this responsibility should be taken up by MN Group. All the costs arising from the added and missed work will be borne by MN Group, so as to compensate for the losses these days. What do you think?"
In fact, the leaders had already approved the design scheme of Dane, but these people needed "face," and MN Group—who seemed not to take the government leaders seriously—was in the wrong in the first place. If she didn't voluntarily admit her mistake and take all the blame, the impact of this matter on the MN group would only be greater.
After all, Dane had solved the problem of the design drawing, and now what Ji Nuan needed to do was to gain the government's forgiveness. It was only tens of millions of yuan, which was already the lowest loss for this accident. Ji Nuan could show her sincerity and make the leaders of the government satisfied by paying this money.
Of course, the premise was that the MN Group didn't have any bad intentions. It was just its hidden competitor who set this trap.
Being where they were today, these leaders were certainly not fools, and they could guess the real reason behind this. Now with Dane's help, the biggest problem had been solved.


Having been reborn, she takes one glance at her ridiculously handsome husband and wonders if she had suffered from brain damage back then—she had actually demanded for a divorce with him. Repeatedly! 

In her previous life, she had been deceived by her relatives who eventually led her to her tragic death. With this second chance at life, she vows to cozy up to her husband both literally and figuratively to destroy all her enemies and to take down the women who hid behind their scheming, innocent facades. She would be in control of her own happiness!

This is a sweet, doting love story featuring an intelligent female lead and a perfect male lead who's good at turning her knobs.

She placed the 200+ blue storage talismans that she drew into this supreme-grade purple talisman.
Qiao Mu lightly swiped the surface of the talisman with two fingers, and after a flash of purple light, a four-cubic-meter storage space appeared in front of her.
The talisman energy of a supreme-grade purple talisman was four times that of a yellow talisman.
This supreme-grade purple talisman possessed four cubic meters of space and allowed 400 uses of storing and withdrawing, so it was absolutely worth its price!
Qiao Mu admiringly looked over it for a long time before placing this supreme-grade purple talisman into her waist purse.
There were four blank talismans left on the table.
Qiao Mu grabbed the two brand new talismans and started sketching talismans according to them.
She first drew an unconscious talisman but ended in failure.
The second time she drew it, a blue light flashed, and she produced a beginner-level blue unconscious talisman on the spot.
The talisman energy of a blue talisman was double that of a yellow talisman. For this talisman, it doubled its effect time. This blue unconscious talisman could make people sleep for 30 minutes.
Qiao Mu pondered about it while facing the four remaining blank talismans and holding the pen for a moment before giving up on her plan to continue drawing unconscious talismans. She started drawing a summoning talisman instead.
From its explanation, this talisman appeared to be quite amazing!
Being able to randomly summon something from all of the plants and animals in the natural world? This was quite a large range! It could be normal plants and animals but could also be mystic beasts and evil plants.
Everything was possible.
Qiao Mu took a deep breath and started drawing.
She reckoned this summoning talisman exceeded the limits of a beginner-level talisman. The penning was abnormally difficult. The slightest careless, wrong stroke and the entire talisman would be ruined.
Even with Qiao Mu's super fluid skill at drawing talismans, she felt a bit defeated after three successive failures.
Eventually, the sun gradually rose outside the window, accompanied by the sound of her parents waking up and walking around.
Qiao Mu stared at the last blank talisman on the table. Then, she held the pen and calmed her mind before placing it against the paper again.
All of the noise outside the window instantly became muted by her senses.
There was not the slightest decibel of noise, and Qiao Mu's entire person was engrossed in the world of talismans as she focused on drawing this beginner-level summoning talisman.
The Qiao Mu of this moment had completely thrown herself into her task and did not notice the door to her room being pushed open. Wei Ziqin was holding her younger daughter, Qiao Lin, as she dazedly stood at the entrance and watched her eldest daughter, who was enveloped by the rays of dawn.
"Has Qiaoqiao woken up?" Qiao Zhongbang, who was full of energy from a good night of sleep, walked to his wife's side with a beam. When his sight landed on his eldest daughter, he also froze.
His daughter…
That was a talisman paper laid on the table, right!
His daughter was holding a talisman pen and drawing a talisman with a serious face. This situation was somewhat unbelievable. Qiao Zhongbang never knew his daughter was actually a talisman practitioner?
When she lifted the pen, a faint blue light emitted from the whole talisman.
Qiao Mu released a long sigh of relief, her tense nerves finally relaxing minutely.
She had finally succeeded in making a summoning talisman this time!
A smile appeared on her lips again and entered the eyes of her family standing by the door.
Qiao Lin jubilantly started shouting, "Sister, pretty! Sister, brakefast! Sister, awesome…"
Although Xiao Lin'er did not know what praiseworthy thing her sister accomplished, but upon seeing their parents' shocked expressions, she shouted without abandon!
Qiao Mu started briefly before turning to look at the door.
The warm rays of the early morning sprinkled onto her family, making her whole person feel a few degrees warmer.
"Father, Mother, morning!" Qiao Mu smiled…


A genius talisman practitioner is reborn as a seven-year-old girl! However, her innocent appearance belies her vicious personality. 
In the remote countryside, the Crown Prince runs into her, beating up her enemy. She is indifferent, but it’s love at first sight for the Crown Prince!
“Not good, Your Highness the Crown Prince, Her Highness the Crown Prince Consort used an immobilization talisman on His Majesty the Emperor, and His Majesty is currently eating dirt in the main hall.”
“Isn’t that normal? Who told that dog emperor to provoke my wife? I say it’s a job well done! Pour a bucket of ice water on him to cool him down!”
“Your Highness the Crown Prince, it’s really not good this time! The great Crown Prince Consort threw out three explosion talismans and destroyed Noble Consort Zheng and her house!”
A certain crown prince laughed madly. “Job well done! She’s truly my wife; she’s as awesome as always!”
“Crown Prince, Crown Prince, it’s seriously bad this time! A beautiful man appeared in the great Crown Prince Consort’s room!” You got cuckolded again!
The crown prince harshly picked up the handsome man half laying on her bed. “Who are you?” 
A certain consort replied with a stoic face. “I drew a deity-inviting talisman and summoned a venerable immortal of love.”
“Get lost as soon as you finish fighting!”
“Oh, sorry, it's easier to invite the devil in than to send him away!” I’m not leaving!
Embark on this adventure of a little stoic who just wants to grow stronger and protect her family but unwittingly ends up with a merry company of troublemakers. A riveting cocktail of cultivation, zombies, and sci-fic!


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