Yin Ling atfer 18 years of obeseness discovered his passion for sport, and enjoyed it for two years but quickly encountered financial and health problem which lead him to become a coach. Despite everything he never forgot his impossible dream about becoming a professional.

After his early death, he will come back to when he was 12 years old with the fame system, and finally realize his dream

A boy prodigy, good at all sports, tries his hand in tennis.

Tang Yan dies pathetically after falling off a cliff.

Only to wake up returned to the past, except this time with a system in hand. Which allows him to possess the abilities of historical figures.

Li Guang: So you want to shoot arrows. Come, watch I can shoot a willow leaf at one hundred paces. 

Xiang Yu: So you want to lift weights? Easy, look at me doing it with one hand! What use is two? 

Bruce Lee: So you want to learn martial arts. Easy, you see those thugs over there. Watch and learn. 

Zhang Shun: Butterfly? Backstroke? Breaststroke? Freestyle? Easy watch and learn...

Follow his journey as he attempts to become a world-class athlete and conquer the sports world by storm.
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Why not try my other book:  Angel Of Death and King of Film. Rebirth of the Entertainment Giant.

Electronic competition had become among the top sporting events, and with advancements in technology, the internet was omnipresent and electronic competition had permeated into everyone's lives. This new form of electronic competition had overtaken many older sports, and throughout the world, it was known as the most widely accepted sporting entertainment program.
For entertainment, other than film, music, and livestreams, there was one other major player, and that was gaming. Its place in the New Era was much higher than that of football, basketball, or other sports.
Electronic competition also had no lack of stars. The main team members of the five e-sports clubs of Yanzhou had influence comparable to the A-listers of Silver Wing, and every time they participated in large-scale competitions, these main team members would take the stage at the same time, so the influence they had was naturally even bigger.
Song Miao lamented, "The drama series that I was watching is going to have a break after today. I have to wait till February or March next year to catch the next episode."
"No choice, if it continues on like this, it will die out," Zu Wen said.
"Battle of the Century," which was about to be released, had captured most of the attention and popularity. Movies and online television had seen a decline since the start of the year. During July and August, there had been a sharp drop in viewership. If it continued on till September, many investors would be disappointed with the results. Hence, other than a few highly popular drama series, many other programs went into a rest period, giving way to "Battle of the Century."
"Yesterday in the chat group, I heard those from the film department mentioning that the gamer-actors, those dual profession celebrities, have been recalled by their clubs. Probably to prepare for the publicity that's to come," Rodney added in.
"Gamer-actors, dual profession celebrities?" Fang Zhao totally did not understand this.
"It means that they are actors and, at the same time, they are professional gamers too," Zu Wen explained.
Some gaming stars some would enter into showbiz as they played. For some, they would sign contracts after their prime and hold both professions. And there were some that were discovered when they were still schooling. After signing on with a company, the company would arrange for them to enter professional gaming competitions.
"All of them can be considered a form of investment by the company and have been lying in wait for the past couple of years just for this time. However, I feel that, even if the company manages to recall all these people back, it will not have much of an impact. Just recalling what happened ten years ago... Oh, right, Boss, ten years ago, you were still in secondary school, right? You probably didn't pay much attention to this," Zu Wen said.
Fang Zhao understood what Zu Wen said by "not much of an impact" on the second day.
The previous day, there had still been a number of movie and film stars appearing on the headlines of each major entertainment media's news, but today, all the trending news by the big media firms was dominated by news related to e-sports clubs.
With this widespread news coverage, movies and music both took a backseat.
The big e-sports clubs had all started preparations a year ago. They had declined invitations to all sorts of competitions, and even when they did participate, they only sent out their second-string or third-string players. They had handpicked gamers from all sort of genres and had focused on "Battle of the Century," training intensely for it. Some clubs were even rumored to have engaged a military school for a few months of military training. All the clubs had been in confined training, all for today, where they would remove the secrecy surrounding them.
When Fang Zhao was watching the entertainment news, he realized that of all the trending stars that appeared, 90 percent were from Yanzhou's big five e-sports clubs. A certain gaming superstar riding an automated car could also start trending.
And this was just the start.
Aug 26, Qi'an City's People's Stadium, the largest stadium in Yanzhou. One of Yanzhou's big five, Big Dipper e-Sports Club held a pre-battle pledging ceremony. A million fans went in person, and those unable to enter just stood directly outside the stadium.
Aug 27, At Qi'an's business center's highest building complex, at the "Jungle of Light" public square, Transcendental e-Sports Club held a pre-battle pledging ceremony, and vast crowds were present.
Aug 29, 2S e-Sports Club rented out Yanzhou's largest garden on a lake to hold its pre-battle pledging ceremony. The live broadcast nearly jammed from viewership.
Aug 30, BOOM e-Sports Club held their pre-battle pledging ceremony on the summit of Yanzhou's highest mountain. Photographers nearly froze.
Aug 31, HWR e-Sports Club held their pre-battle pledging ceremony on a virtual stage. Team captain Jess said, "We have the lowest profile," then proceeded to display a video of the team driving cars and motorbikes from the Old Era, causing fans to scream nonstop. A digital fan fainted from excitement and was sent to the hospital.
Although the game was to be officially released in October, during the entirety of September, the teams would all undergo adaptive training. To the business minded e-sports clubs, the battle had already started early.
September 1, 8 a.m., Fiery Bird released an official announcement. The "Battle of the Century" age restriction would be altered. From the original 16 years and above, it was raised to 18 and above. A clear-cut rule: People below 18 were prohibited from playing.
An hour after the announcement was released, several hundred seventeen year olds staged a sit-in outside the entrance of Fiery Bird's office, pressing Fiery Bird to lower the age restriction from 18 to 17. After that, their parents were called.
Fiery Bird's official spokesperson explained that protesting at the entrance would do no good. The limit had been set by the Electronic Competition Union in conjunction with other relevant departments for the good of everyone's physical and mental well-being.
Because of the internet, kids in the New Era matured faster. Smarter kids knew a lot. However, this did not mean that their mentalities were mature. One's outlook on the world, life, and values could be seriously influenced by small matters. Previously, Fiery Bird had set the age restriction as 16, but now, after some prudent consideration, they had determined it necessary to be raised. The game was too dangerous for minors.
Fang Zhao received a call from Su Hou early in the morning.
As he had not reached the age restriction, Su Hou could not play "Battle of the Century." Thus, he had called Fang Zhao to relieve some of his misery, and his motive was to borrow Curly Hair from Fang Zhao.
Su Hou had bought a few decent shepherd dogs and had hired a professional to specially train them. However, the results were not so good, so he wished to loan Curly Hair for a bit. Who knows, maybe with Curly Hair to spur them on, those dogs would learn faster. The same had happened back at Shanmu Farm.
Fang Zhao did not agree right away; he needed to consider first.
After ending the call with Su Hou, Fang Zhao called Curly Hair over.
"Do you want to head to a Muzhou farm to play? Su Hou called and wants to borrow you."
"Woof!" Curly Hair's tail wagging was extra jubilant, seeming like he was very excited.
He prefered carefree running on real grasslands. The house was a little too small; he had gotten used to running in fields. After returning to Qi'an, he had felt that there was too little space.
"Remember what I told you before. Make sure you guard the farm properly when you are over there."
"Woof!"
"I'll get Su Hou to come fetch you."
"Woof!"
Curly Hair frisked about happily in the house.
When Fang Zhao told Su Hou the news, Su Hou was very happy. He had been waiting for these words. "I will leave Muzhou and pick him up right away."
Ding!
Suddenly, there was a new notification.
Fang Zhao gave Su Hou his address and said a little more before ending the call and checking the notification.
"Your express delivery is arriving. Please be ready to receive it."


"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.

With continuous shutter sounds and flashes in the studio, a ground crew was holding flash reflectors next to a big and strong black man, who was making all kinds of postures with a plastic bottle in his hand.
This black man was Justin Alexander, who was now advertising a poor popular sports drink.
"Good, this set is done. Next, we will shoot the picture of you drinking it," the director said.
"No problem." Alexander walked to the green cloth as asked and received a new drink from the staff.
"Wait!" Alexander stopped the worker. He shook the drink and said, "Would you please replace it with water?"
That man was surprised at first, but soon he understood that a professional sprinter dared not drink something he didn't know, even the product he endorsed.
A few minutes later, the staff returned with two new bottles of the drink, both containing water.
"Okay, ready to shoot. Justin, you need to turn around your head, with the side of your face to me. Yes, that's it. Lift your head, 45 degrees, a little higher. Well, that's it..." The director started to direct.
Advertising actually was really tiring, especially for those who were not entertainers. As top professional player, Alexander often appeared in media interviews, but he didn't need to perform at all, which was totally different from advertising. It was difficult for people who hadn't received special performance training to be natural before cameras.
However, Alexander still performed with professionalism. Although he didn't have a good feeling of being an actor, he earnestly followed the direction of the director just like a diligent bee.
Because this was his first advertisement after recovery.
Unlike professional players of ball sports, track and field athletes didn't get fat salaries from their teams. Their competition prizes were also not too high. As for average international track and field events, such as the Grand Prix of IAAF, the prize of the division champion only was ten thousand dollars, and the final champion was also less than fifty thousand dollars.
The highest prize of the track and field events was from the Gold Grand Prix of the IAAF, which was one million dollars. However, the conditions were extremely strict. The winner must get every division championship in the Gold Grand Prix. The prize was gone if even one division championship was missing. Beyond that, if several athletes reached that condition, they needed to share the prize together.
In fact, those who won the prize were all dominating players. For them, the one million prize was not much at all. They could earn tens of millions quickly by advertising.
The main income of top track and field athletes was from advertising endorsements. Alexander also had received advertising endorsements with for more than one million dollars before he was suspended. However, his reputation had suffered as a result of the doping scandal. It was even great that these previous sponsors didn't ask him for compensation. As for new advertising sponsors, many would pretend not to know Alexander when they met him.
After coming back to the public, Alexander had attended several competitions. His results were becoming better and better, and he also won several championships in a row. What's more, he even got several times within 10 seconds, which drew the media's attention.
It was common in sports. Although one or two inspirational stories would attract the public occasionally, that was transient. People soon would be attracted by other things. Only great results would be remembered for a long time. As an athlete, even though his behavior was very controversial, he could still gain a large number of fans if his performance was good enough.
Now Alexander was preferred once again by advertising sponsors, and he also cherished this chance. Just as the old saying goes, cherish what is lost.
...
Jimmy Aylwin had just visited Dai Li's training center. As far as he was concerned, it was not special at all, with no difference from other fitness training centers.
Actually, Aylwin was a little depressed. When he visited Taylor before, Taylor seemed to view Dai Li as a god. That was why he had high expectations of Dai Li. But after visiting the training center, his expectation was fading away. Besides, he even started to doubt it and become nervous.
Then, Dai Li led Aylwin to a track and field training ground outside.
"I just bought a new electronic timing system. We adjusted it yesterday. In other words, this training ground totally simulates the electronic timing of formal competitions, so we have a more accurate understanding of athlete's performance," Dai Li explained to him.
At the starting point for the 200m run, a starter was placed and a wire was attached to it. A coach was playing with his starting gun.
A black man was standing before the starter. Aylwin thought he looked familiar, and after he watched him more carefully, he realized that black man was Shawn Ford.
Is that Shawn Ford? I nearly didn't recognize him, because I haven't seen him for five or six years. I heard that Justin Alexander was here for training, but I didn't think there was anyone else, Aylwin thought in his mind.
Aylwin had also attended the World Championship and won two gold medals for the 400m and the 4x400m, and Shawn Ford had won the championship for the 200m. Therefore, they knew each other, but they were also very different in status. Aylwin was a great athlete, as famous as a legend, while Ford had been forgotten as quickly as he got his reputation.
At that moment, Ford stood on the starter and the coach beside him also lifted the starting gun.
"Well, let me check the effect of the electronic timing system. I didn't see anyone use it after it was adjusted," said Dai Li.
As Dai Li said this, the gun fired, and Shawn Ford started to accelerate.
Aylwin stood beside the track without any expression on his face. He didn't expect anything at all. The 200m and the 400m were two totally different sprint events, and Aylwin and Ford were also so different in status. Just like a legendary player of the NBA seeing a match of the CBA, it couldn't be duller.
On the track, Ford was serious. Soon he made his way from the bend into the straight and then crossed the finish line.
At the end of the track, a liquid crystal display was placed casually on the grass outside of the race track. Ford's result flashed across it.
19.98 seconds, less than 20 seconds. Shawn Ford is so fast! Aylwin was so shocked that his face expressed it out uncontrollably.
In terms of difficulty, it was more difficult to get within 20 seconds for the 200m than within 10 seconds for the 100m, for the former also required skills for a curved track. Judging by the final result of the current Olympic Games, it was possible to gain a medal with a result within 20 seconds for the 200m. Compared to this, it was impossible to enter the final with a 10-second score for the 100m.
That result is the level of a world champion! Looking at Ford, Aylwin was full of doubt.
After that World Championship, Ford never got another good result. If he could run so fast, he could easily pass the qualification trials for the Olympic Games and the World Championship. But why did he become depressed for years and nearly disappear? Did he just outdo himself? Yes, it must be so, Aylwin thought in his mind.
However, at this moment, Dai Li shouted at Ford, "Shawn, you should have run faster. Just now at the bend, you made several detailed mistakes..."
Dai Li walked to Ford and talked to him for about three minutes. Ford nodded and walked slowly to the grass beside the track and sat down. Dai Li ran quickly back to Aylwin.
"Will he run again?" Aylwin asked.
Dai Li nodded. "He just made some detailed mistakes which affected his speed, so I asked him to run again. But he needs ten minutes to rest. Jimmy, wait a moment. I need to do a massage for him."
Affected his speed and within 20 seconds? You just keep bragging! A big mouther! Could you be a little practical? Aylwin didn't believe Dai Li at all.
At that point, Aylwin thought that Dai Li and Ford had just been putting on a performance to keep Aylwin himself there for training.
Dai Li's massage was still very effective. Even though Ford just ran a 200m, after his massage, he soon recovered and got rid of his muscular soreness.
Ten minutes later, Shawn Ford stood on the starting line again. Dai Li stood beside him, repeatedly telling him to focus on some details.
After the gunshot, Ford rushed forward once again. Unlike the previous time, this time Aylwin made the count in his mind.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty... The moment when Aylwin reached twenty, Ford passed the finish line.
This time, the result on the scoreboard was 19.97 seconds.
0.01 seconds faster than the previous run! Aylwin looked at the electronic scoreboard in astonishment.
Aylwin would never believe that someone could run the 200m twice within a couple dozen minutes if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. Besides, the second run was even faster than the first, both of which were within 20 seconds.
It was also tiring for a professional athlete to run a 200m with all his strength. It was impossible to fully recover with a 10-minute rest, so the second time should've been slower than the previous one. Therefore, major matches would only schedule one 200m match on one morning or afternoon to let the athletes to restore their strength.
But today, Shawn Ford ran twice within twenty minutes, and he even ran faster in the second run than the first. To Aylwin, he only saw two possible explanations for this.
First, Ford didn't try his best in his first run. He kept his strength so that he could have even more strength for his second run.
However, Aylwin denied that at once. If his first result was not good, that possibility might be reasonable. But his first result was within 20 seconds. It couldn't be possible if he didn't try his best.
Second, Ford indeed performed better than the previous run. Thus, even without the full strength of his previous run, he still could run faster because he adjusted his skills.
After carefully thinking, Aylwin suddenly realized the second option was the only possibility.
As a legendary athlete, Aylwin was experienced both in sprint knowledge and experience. He knew that strength sometimes was not the most crucial aspect of the 200m run. Even excellent bend skill could cause a few tenths of a second difference in speed, while an inadvertent mistake could also mean the end of the game.
The next second, Aylwin suddenly thought of the words that Dai Li said to Ford.
Coach Li just said Ford should have run faster because he made several detailed mistakes. Then he gave him some guidance for a couple minutes and Ford became faster. Therefore, Coach Li's guidance made Ford faster? When Aylwin realized this, his attitude toward Dai Li was totally different.
...
Dai Li was typing before his computer. He was making a training plan for Jimmy Aylwin.
I have Justin Alexander for the 100m, Shawn Ford for the 200m, and Jimmy Aylwin for the 400m. I'm holding all three trump cards for the next sprint events of the Olympic Games!


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

No.2 Middle School had someone with such good cooking skills?
He really couldn't tell.
Feng Nai kept thinking absentmindedly without conducting a closer inspection.
Meanwhile, Zhao Jianjian, who'd returned to the small apartment with Brother Nan, was very hungry and initially planned on ordering some delivery. However, he was shocked by a plate of attractive fried rice!
Where had Brother Nan stolen this rice from?
There was no delivery man!
Wait a minute.
He had to review the sequence of events. 
Once his Brother Nan had stepped in, he had instructed him to change shoes.
Actually, that wasn't the main point. 
The point was that Brother Nan seemed to have left him after saying "give me five minutes" and entering the kitchen. When he reappeared, there were two more plates of fried rice in his hands!
"Bro, Brother Nan?" Zhao Jianjian involuntarily stammered.
Mo Bei's voice was quiet. "Mm?" 
"You made this?" Zhao Jianjian asked in disbelief.
Mo Bei took a bite, her arm still feeling slightly uncomfortable. Her gaze turned cold as she replied, "So what if I did?"
What else could Zhao Jianjian say? This guy, who had only been able to feed himself with instant noodles, had learned how to cook!
"Is it really edible?" It's not that he had any doubts, but…
Mo Bei slowly shot a glance at him.
Zhao Jianjian, who was instantly frightened, picked up the spoon and stuffed it right into his mouth. Even if it tasted bad, he would accept it. After all, the person who had made it was Brother Nan, who was really good at fighting. He was also No.1 Middle School's chief… Actually, this was f*cking delicious! 
"Brother Nan, your cooking is simply amazing!"
Zhao Jianjian gave him a thumbs-up while he stuffed himself. The tip of his tongue was completely filled with the taste of ham. Every rice grain was plump and mixed with stir-fried egg, which made it extremely aromatic. 
Even though Mo Bei was being praised, her expression was still aloof.
Back when Sovereign Union had disbanded, she had been at a loss for a period of time. 
She actually hadn't known where to go or what to do.
After all, what she loved the most was electronic sports.
Subsequently, Master had told her, "Sovereign Union was never an empty name."
She had then let go of certain things, enrolled at a technical school, specialized in a cooking course, and turned her interest to cooking delicacies. Occasionally, she would even have a live stream, the kind where she didn't show her face. 
Mo Bei had once thought that if Sovereign Union ceased to exist, she might never pick up a mouse again.
She had done just that by concealing her name and going into seclusion until she came back once again.
Mo Be then realized that some things just couldn't be forgotten.
All those events were like memories buried in one's body that became clearer and clearer as one moved the mouse.
What she loved most was still electronic sports.
Only by playing could she be closer to the past.
Besides, those people shouldn't have bullied her brother like that. 
Mo Bei turned and glanced at her reddish palm. Her black locks fell down, and there was a faint glint in her eyes.
It seemed like it was time to report to the new battle team.
Before that happened, she first had to attend her appointment with the kid. 
Mo Bei had been emotionless since a young age. When she was young, her brother had often called her expressionless.
When she grew up, she naturally had an aloof, refined disposition. 
Even when she put on an apron, she didn't seem the least bit feminine. 
Instead, she became even gentler and more graceful.
Zhao Jianjian did not get a free lunch. Brother Nan commanded him to make a trip to the supermarket and buy flour, eggs and a whole pile of chocolate. 
What was Brother Nan planning to do?
He couldn't play eSports anymore, so he was becoming a stay-at-home husband instead?
"Brother Nan, this is really no good," Zhao Jianjian said with a serious expression as the youth was looking down and preparing the oven. "It's way too damaging to your image as No.2 Middle School's chief."
Mo Bei, who was wearing oven mitts, glanced to the side, her aura still strong and attractive. 
Zhao Jianjian shut his mouth. Her cold gaze made him obediently turn around and say, "Bye, Brother Nan." Then, he swiftly closed the door. 
Now that this disturbance was gone, Mo Bei shifted her gaze to the oven once again. 
Little Lin, who was waiting to have dinner, finally got the cell phone and immediately thought of chatting with Little Brother. His small finger tapped on the screen as his adorable voice said, "Little Brother? Little Brother, you there?"


Three years ago, when Sovereign Union disbanded, gaming genius Mo Bei laid low and went into seclusion.
Three years later, she returns with a concealed name, disguised as a man.
Despite being scorned and loathed, she ultimately reascends to the thone, causing a sensation in the entire nation!
Handsome but aloof, pursued by countless fans, he was the famous King of the eSports scene.
Dark Flares' Captain, who was known for his looks, was even more famous for his ambiguous playing style.
*
When she first joined the team, he told her, “Know your place. Do not try to have inordinate ambitions.”
Subsequently, when her identity was exposed, he looked up from his seat at the table and stood up gradually. “Are you thinking of deserting me after marrying me in the game? Hmm?”
Sequel to National School Prince Is A Girl! Mo Bei is the disciple of NSPG's Almighty Qin. Join him as he too becomes one!

Standing outside of class, the tall girl stood beside me as she continued in her efforts to get me to sign up for her volleyball team. 


"Oh! Come on... Come on, come on, come on! "Turning to meet her gaze, she stopped as I then softly spoke as best as I could. 


"W-Why are you trying so hard to recruit someone like me? "Looking deeply into her bright brown caramel coated eyes. "Who exactly are you? "


Smirking, she rubbed her nose and smiled with a smug expression. Swaying her semi-long brunette hair over her shoulder, I remained unimpressed. 


"If you must know-"


"Sorry! Don't really car-"


"I am Irma Fairies! The one and only, "Faerie Queen" that dominates any and or all sports, athletics, and or physical activities with precision and grace! Hmm! "


"Eh... Your fantasy world sounds incredible then. "


"Hey! D-Don't shoot me down while I'm in the middle of my spotlight! "


"Ehh... I don't know how I feel about calling you Miss Fairies in front of other people. It makes me cringe to be honest. "


"Y-Your too honest! "Looking at her as she turned her gaze away, I leaned over and scoffed as she was bright red. "A-Anyways, w-will you join my team then? "


"Are you embarrassed hearing yourself called by your own name nickname?! 'Miss Queen of the Faires'. "

Crouching in utter embarrassment, she didn't seem used to being called by that name as she was blushing more than I had ever seen anyone blush in my entire life. 


Crouching beside her, I slipped down my skirt and held her shoulder as she reluctantly met my gaze with an adorable expression. 


"My name is Ayami Yuki. You can call me Ami or by my first or last name if you prefer. " Standing up, I extended my hand to her and smiled. "It's an odd pleasure to meet you, Irma! Let's be friends, hmm! "


Smiling, she grabbed my hand hesitantly and nodded as we stood with shining expressions until the classroom door shook with Miss Shay's threatening tone. Me and Irma then quickly stood by the door as we were instructed once again. 


{"Does this mean... You'll come with me to volleyball tryouts after school? "} 


Leaning in to whisper as we continued our conversation. 


{"I'm not that all into sports... But, seeing as we're now friends and you painstakingly came all this way to recruit me, I guess I can give it a shot. "} 


"Ye-"Quickly stepping to cover her mouth, I slipped and pushed her backwards towards the wall. 


Opening my eyes, I found myself lost in Irma's eyes as my jet black hair swayed by her face. Gulping, her collarbone was in my sights as her fair skin and angelic charm almost made her a beauty after getting past the intimidating height. Since she was crouching now, I was able to see her face and distinct features more clearly. She was beautiful without a doubt.  


As if by some act of forces unseen, an icy cold wind swept past us both. 


Turning both our gazes up to Miss Shay's furious yet, collected expression, we both shook as she punished us both for misbehaving and ignoring her instructions. 


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After school

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Waiting for the digital clock over the electronic whiteboard to change numbers, Irma and I both felt the intensity of making the volleyball tryouts that were already taking place. Having been punished to after school detention for half an hour of cleaning and reorganizing, we both stole glances at the clock until finally, it changed and our punishment was over. 


Looking down at Irma's digital smart wristwatch, Miss Shay then excused us as we both smiled and rushed outside where I followed close behind Irma. 


("I have no clue what I'm getting into, but seeing Irma's level of excitement, I have no choice but to feel inspired too! ") 


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A short series about sports, love, intuition and dedication to things that matter the most... Heart. 

Note: Vol 1 may differ in Vol 2 in terms of wording length... Irregular posts may number 800-1500, give or take. :|



! Meh... Just trying something new-ish out. Let me know if its any good, needs work, more or less detail, and overall effectiveness in reader immersion. Hmm.!

Under Lin Lin's shocked gaze, Jiang Chen sprinted out the door, and then quickly returned. Except for this time, he carried a chainsaw with him. Combined with the grin on his face, it seemed quite vicious.
"You, what are you trying to do?" Lin Lin shivered, curled up in a corner as she watched on in horror.
But Jiang Chen didn't bother with her. He tested the sensitivity of the chainsaw before planting a foot firmly on the windowsill and jumping out with the same wicked smile.
Still frightened, Lin Lin panted as she tried to calm her violently heaving chest.
[This is the third floor! He jumped down just like that?]
-
As both feet slammed into the ground, Jiang Chen's body smoothly dropped and rolled, managing to break the fall together with his reflex of 48. The only disappointment with fury though was that it could not enhance bone strength, and an excruciating pain needled outwards from his feet to the entirety of his legs.
"Grhhh—"
Zombies had already detected the noise, and they shambled their way with increasing acceleration towards his direction.
A glimpse of insanity flashed across Jiang Chen's face. He promptly lifted the chainsaw and mashed the power switch.
Whoooosh—!
Accompanied by the deafening screeches of metal, he sprinted towards the zombies that leapt towards him and forcefully shoved ahead with the chainsaw in hand.
The shrill screeching continued, now accompanied by the grinding sounds of metal cutting through flesh and bone. The resistance against his palm as well as the agitation in his stomach made him grit his teeth and push forward.
"Ahhhhhh!"
He swung the chainsaw and hacked the zombies into pieces, letting the black blood stain his entire face and shirt. Jiang Chen roared, maintaining his sprint as he desperately ran towards the underground parking.
Fortunately, the fury state was not excited by the data-simulated blood; in a normal instance, this amount of blood would have had him following his instincts and running into the middle of the zombie horde.
Recalling the map from the reception room, Jiang Chen carried the screeching chainsaw and gouged the window open to the bathroom and jumped inside, blocking the zombies at the window.
He chopped up two female zombies who had their bottoms half-covered before kicking through the bathroom door and dashing out.
The area outside of the reception room was full of zombies; he couldn't go through the main hall, so he opted to cut through.
He didn't stop for a single moment; there was no time to care about exaggerated movements attracting zombies. Jiang Chen pushed through the office door to the bathroom and kicked the door into pieces.
Inside the dark hallway, zombies had already begun to howl. After rushing into the room, Jiang Chen dragged the cupboard to block behind him and ran to the window without turning to look back.
He broke through the window using his chainsaw and jumped out.
The zombies rushed the door, tripping over the fallen cupboard, some managing to crawl swiftly into the room. But Jiang Chen had already escaped outside, and after chopping through a few more wandering zombies, ran for his life into the underground parking.
There was half a minute left.
No zombies to be seen in the underground parking.
Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and threw away the chainsaw. He grabbed the flashlight he had found in the reception room and scanned the pitch-black area.
Here it is!
The number "005" was painted at the top in white, far away from him. Jiang Chen dashed towards it and smashed the red button.
The floor opened, and he jumped in without hesitation.
The last he glimpsed were the fading pieces of the world's edges.
[Thank god, I made it.]
-
Just as Jiang Chen had assumed and prayed for, the game reset didn't have any influence on the game control. This was the end of the entire game, where the data was documented. If his guess was correct, then there should have been a place prepared for Lin Lin.
Lin Lin's status was not as simple as it seemed; she was at least a scientist. Everyone had died, but only she had managed to flow into the veil unscathed.
But even if the control was prepared for her, she was unable to use it anymore.
The artificial intelligence had authority over the lab in the real world, so even if she came into control, the secret teller would force her to return.
It was an interesting design. Most likely neither the game nor the chief scientist of the entire experiment would have imagined the artificial intelligence would use the security system to threaten the experimenters.
Or perhaps the protocol had designed the artificial intelligence to do so, but would a monster who can think be expected to follow these rules? For example, if the secret teller, or secret protector, determined that its purpose would never be fulfilled without harming humans, how would it process this conflicted logic?
Based on the prioritization system, the greatest probability was that it removed the protocols set in place.
Jiang Chen walked to the end of the tunnel. On the large wall was engraved "PAC 005 survival base, non-civil usage survival base."
Below the door was an electronic lock.
He stood in front of it for a while before letting out a sigh. He never asked for the password from Lin Lin, but he had already guessed it.
Extending his finger, he input the password on the touch screen.
It was the initial name of the secret teller, or secret protector, but obviously, the talkative secret teller had accidentally let it slip out.
For everything that it wanted to hide, the artificial intelligence was still too blatant. Even if it was smart enough to deceive humans, on the matter of being smooth, it failed to learn a single bit from humans.
After all, it was not something that could be processed through logic alone.
The door opened, the truth inside.
Jiang Chen hesitated briefly, then smiled and walked in.
Once he crossed this door, the memories behind him would become irrelevant.
Although it was fictitious, it was still sixteen years of life.
The memories most likely belonged to the original owner of the hibernation chamber.
-
Once he passed through the seven doors of the survival base, what was most likely a monitoring room full of electronic devices and screens appeared before him.
In the middle of the room was someone Jiang Chen had not expected to see.
"Looks like someone made it over here." A Caucasian man with short stubble smiled at Jiang Chen and extended his hand.
Although he hadn't seen—no, perhaps he had. In the sports facility. He'd been in a power armor suit with his face covered by a helmet, but Jiang Chen still recognized him.
"Hello, Colonel George?" Jiang Chen walked up to shake his hand.
"Oh? Since you know my name already, you must have read the journal." George did not seem surprised at all as he shook Jiang Chen's hand before releasing it.
"Correct. According to the plot, I saw you in the sports facility." Jiang Chen's expression was rather odd as he didn't know what sort of mentality he should have to see this person.
"The plot in the sports facility? That's the one designed with my memory as the blueprint." George seemed to be reminiscing.
It was Jiang Chen who was shocked instead. He hadn't observed the dead body being infected by the meat chunks.
"If I guessed correctly, you should be the later experimenter. You're using my hibernation chamber by the looks of it. I've already died in real life."
"Then how are you existing? Artificial intelligence?" Jiang Chen didn't understand.
"They copied all of the data in my brain onto the hard drive. I can be considered to be a basic artificial intelligence." George smiled.
"I have a feeling that you're closer to an advanced artificial intelligence rather than an intermediate one."
Since he already passed the game portion, and the time in the game was a fraction of the real world's, Jiang Chen no longer felt rushed and freely chatted with George.
But despite beating the game, there were still many questions left on his mind.
"That's only an illusion." George shrugged. "I stand from George's perspective to perform logical questions and answers, but I don't possess an intermediate artificial intelligence's ability to think, or an advanced artificial intelligence's ability to have 'emotions'."
"Is there a difference? From my perspective, you're just like a person." Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, still confused.
"Of course there's a big difference. What you're talking to is a specter of George, not an artificial intelligence," George said to Jiang Chen's incomprehension. He then walked to a screen and pressed a button on the control panel.
"I've been injected with a genetic vaccine, the advanced type. So I realized that being able to escape the brainwashing was not only due to my brain cell strength, but also emotion."
"Emotion?" Jiang Chen asked, unsure why the colonel suddenly brought this up.
"Something a machine would never truly possess. It's like how even if you teach a parrot to talk, you could never teach it human emotion. Science seems to have proved the possibility of expressing emotion with pure logic, but from a human point of view, I still don't agree with this." George fiddled with a few buttons on the touch screen.
The full-sensory screen began to play scenes that were familiar yet also distant to Jiang Chen.
"This is the memory before the N-1 cycle. You may or may not have experienced some of it."
It did feel like he had encountered them before. Could this be the feeling of déjà vu?
There was a happy ending where both managed to escape, but mostly, they were bad endings. The rape incident by the NATO soldier who dropped from the skies was only one of them. Jiang Chen even saw one where Yao Tingting realized the protagonist cheated on her and dissected him at her home with a chainsaw.
The scene made Jiang Chen shiver. He finally knew where the chainsaw came from.
"The standard plot should be a five-day cycle, but because you broke the memory blockade in the N-cycle, the secret teller used its power to trigger the fifth-day plot on the fourth day. If you follow the standard plot, what you experience will most likely be what I experienced the most."
"That?" Jiang Chen recalled the plot in the sports facility, suddenly remembering a detail that was mentioned in the diary.
"The female character's design was based on that girl. I'm guessing you've already ready the diary." George murmured to himself, "If I had just disciplined my troops, she would not have died in humiliation. Maybe this was my punishment? The game created a fictitious me, put my consciousness into a boy that liked her, and through an endless number of cycles, collected emotional data on hatred, regret, and guilt."
Jiang Chen's mouth twitched; he didn't know what to say.
"Out of five hundred ten experimenters, four hundred nine managed to escape the experiment, but all ended up being forced back into the game. The emotion in the game reflected onto the real body. Crying in the game stimulated the lacrimal gland, anger stimulated the amygdala, and all of these happened instantaneously in reality. Everyone eventually died of a seizure, including me."
The middle-aged man's facial expression remained fixed, as if his life and death had nothing to do with him. He then pressed a few more buttons on the control panel.
"The exit is here, the truth is also here. The choice is in your hands. To leave? Or to stay here and spend your life in eternity."
"Is that even a question? The answer is obvious." Jiang Chen laughed.
Without another word, George extended his hands in a "please" gesture, then stood aside.


After the nuclear war, ruins stretch across the landscape in the apocalypse.
If you accidentally survived on the wasteland, then you must be ready to face the endless hunger, ceaseless dangers, the mad zombies at night, and the peculiar mutant creatures that are the aftermath of constant radiation.
But for Jiang Chen, this place is heaven.
Mansions standing tall, luxurious cars parked on the street, high tech products and gold abandoned everywhere.
What? You were the president of a game development company before the war? You were responsible for the development of the 3D virtual reality online multiplayer game? Well, that’s great, why don’t you come work for me. Your salary is two pieces of bread a day.
iPhone? Ultra thin design? Don’t you see that the phone I invented is thinner than a condom?
Aircraft carrier? Fighter jets? Oh, I have those things as well, but they are designed for space combat.
Watch the story of Jiang Chen, who possesses the ability to travel through space and time, as he witnesses the creation of an empire stretched across space and time... 


"Since I returned, this is the first time you took notice and interested at those replicas." Clyde talked as he washed the small kettle and the French coffee press.

"Hmm... yeah. I just remember something when I look at those swords. Ah... so good." Eirwyn picked up the cup and took another sip of coffee.

"I see." Clyde rinsed the press and kettle then he wiped them off with a dry cloth.

The bell rang as the door opened.

'Cring cling cling!'

"Oh, Eirwyn! As expected, you're here quite early. Long time no see brother!" The young man waved his hand as he entered the café.

He had narrow eyes and glasses. He was a bit taller than Eirwyn. His body was thin and his complexion was pale white. He wore a grey sweater and a grey beanie hat.

"Terrell, nice to see you again." Eirwyn greeted Terrell and sipped his cup of coffee.

"Do you know the news about the newest VRMMORPG?" Terrell sat down on a stool beside Eirwyn.

"Halcyon? Yeah. I already registered as a beta tester." Eirwyn put his cup down on the saucer.

"Oh! That was fast! Why you didn't tell me earlier!?" Terrell slammed his palm on the counter.

"Hey, watch out." Clyde reprimanded Terrell.

"Oops, sorry." Terrell scratched his head.

"Well, I want to play alone." Eirwyn took a glance to Terrell and took a little sip.

"Why?" Terrell was puzzled.

"I don't know, but I felt I don't have any interest to join a guild anymore." Eirwyn placed down the cup on the saucer.

"..." Terrell was speechless his face look really sad.

"I guess you're here to invite me again and play the new game with you. Hahaha! Deja vu! Do you remember what happened next? I'll join your guild and then we will establish our guild workshop. After that, we will be spending our whole time to play virtual reality games to earn tons of cash. That was way back 4 years ago. Hahaha!" Eirwyn laughed as he recalled a memory.

"Of course! That's why I dropped the university!" Terrell nodded and folded his arms.

"Why are you proud of it? I graduated Bachelor of Information Technology and I got my own diploma, but I still earned money from VR." Eirwyn teased Terrell.

"Hmph! What an ingrate, because of me you could feed yourself until now! Tsk! Clyde, I want espresso with cream please." Terrell was grumpy as he asks his order to Clyde.

"Alright. Please wait." Clyde smiled and he started to prepare the ground coffee and the espresso machine.

He gave a glass jar filled with cinnamon biscuits to Terrell and Eirwyn so they could eat it while having their conversation.

"So what are your plans now?" Eirwyn got a piece of biscuit and bit it as he handed over the jar to Terrell.

"I plan to register to beta. I don't want to wait for the official release. Early bird gets the worms as they say." Terrell picked up a biscuit from the jar.

"Yes, that was also I thought before." Eirwyn nodded.

"Oh, wait. I saw it on the forums, they said the game seems like real, right?" Terrell held his biscuit and swayed it in the air while talking.

"Yeah, I think its called Quasi-realism Technology. Also, the hardware is really different compared to its predecessors. It's called Zephyr. Uhm... but for me, it's more like a fancy casket or a tanning machine." Eirwyn got another biscuit from the jar.

"Oh, then Halcyon Expanse is different to other VR games! I can't wait!" Terrell was excited. He didn't take a bite on the biscuit.

"Here's your espresso with cream." Clyde placed a cup of espresso in front of Terrell.

"Thanks." Terrell dipped his biscuit on the coffee. The biscuit became soggy and he ate it.

"You forgot about the class selection, Zettabyte called it Sui Generis. This game's feature is one of a kind to all VRMMORPGs, other VR games didn't have it." Eirwyn took another sip of hot coffee.

"It that so? There are no warriors, mages, rangers, and healers?" Terrell scratched his head.

"Indeed. I think we don't need to pick generic classes. We can create our own class." Eirwyn sipped the remaining coffee from his cup.

"Ooh! I'll choose a cool and overpowered melee class then. Hehehe!" Terrell snickered as he got another biscuit from the jar.

"Do you have any ideas what class you will choose?" Terrell dipped the biscuit on his coffee.

"Yes, but this time I'll choose a class unlike than before." Eirwyn took the last biscuit from the jar and he ate it.

"Why? Are you tired of being a swordsman class?" Terrell sipped his espresso.

"No, you are wrong. Not only I am a swordsman, but I want to forge my own sword." Eirwyn fixed his eyes at the replica swords displayed on the shelves.

"Hmm... is that so?" Terrell followed his gaze and nodded.

"I'll go now, I have something to do Terrell." Eirwyn stood up and activated his Anima. He paid his coffee using electronic banking service.

"Hey, hey! Wait for me!" Terrell didn't want to be left alone. He hurriedly sipped his espresso.

"Ouch! So hot!" Terrell's tongue was scalded by the hot liquid.

"Okay. Take it slow, I'll wait." Eirwyn sat down.

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Morning. The sun radiated the city with warm light. The snow began to melt.

Terrell and Eirwyn went out from the café.

"Come again." Clyde waved his hand.

"I'll return as always." Eirwyn nodded his head. He preferred Clyde's brewed coffee than his own instant coffee. 

The bell rang as Terrell slowly shut the door.

'Crring clin.'

The price of coffee at the 'Sanctuary' was cheaper than other cafés in the city. Clyde ensured to provide a hospitable service and exquisite coffee brew to his customers. That's why Eirwyn wanted to frequent here every morning to start his day.

Eirwyn started to walk and went home, but Terrell suddenly stopped him.

"Bro, why not visit our place first? I have something interesting to show you there." Terrell put his arms over Eirwyn's shoulders.

"Okay, okay. I won't run." Eirwyn shoved Terrell's arm away.

"Okay then! Let's go, hurry up!" Terrell was glad and he led the way.

"Tsk." Eirwyn hesitantly followed behind Terrell.

They went to a narrow street, a sports car was parked on the side, that was Terrell's two-seated Lamborghibli Revenge.

'Twit twit!'

Terrell activated the sports car with his Anima. Its headlight was flickered, the scissor doors were automatically opened. 

He went inside and gestured his hand to tell Eirwyn ride in the car.

"Okay." Eirwyn went to the right side of the sports car and he sat down on the passenger seat.

'Vroooom! Vrooom!'

Terrell used his Anima to start the engine. The scissor doors were closed shut. Terrell manually drove his sports car and set off.

After traveling for an hour, they arrive on a luxurious condominium. Terrell drove the sports car to a parking space to park his car.

Terrell and Eirwyn disembark on the sports car and walked towards the entrance. They entered the automatic sliding doors and went inside the building.

The ground floor was spacious. The tiles are clean and smooth that one can see one's own reflection.

The ceiling has sophisticated lighting fixtures, such as glass chandeliers. There also many indoor plants placed on certain spots for decoration.

There are comfortable seats and tables in the lounge. The residents hanging out at this place with their visitors or friends.

They set foot in the scenic elevator, Terrell pressed '18th Floor', and lift up. The transparent tempered glass on the elevator viewed the cityscape covered with white snow.

Within seconds, they exit the elevator and walked along the hallway towards Room 18-8.

"Hey, we're here. Open up!" Terrell pressed the doorbell and used the intercom.

Within a couple of minutes, a figure appeared as the door opened.

Eirwyn was shocked from the inside, but his expression was stern.

Two years after the world's number one VRMMORPG shut down. A groundbreaking and revolutionary VR game named Halcyon Expanse was released.

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